Dear Pizza Hut:
How can you be out of hand tossed pizza? Can’t you just hand toss some more?
Dear Music Loving Blogger:
I like your blog, but I don’t like your music. Usually, I’m listening to my own music or enjoying my moments of silence in a noise-driven world. It’s no fun having to search your blog for the mute button.
I don’t believe that’s sausage in your “sausage biscuit” menu item. I just really don’t know what that is, but I didn’t eat it.
You "tote" a knife and "pack" heat. Do I have to teach you everything? J
Dear Homemade Bread Lover:
Apparently, it’s not a good idea to visit the Amish expecting warm, homemade bread on a blackberry winter day. There is no bread, warm or otherwise, and not much else. I forget about the “no electricity” inconvenience. I did get a wonderful warm peach turnover (right out of the skillet)! I should have bought me two. Oh wait! I did, but Ole Boy thought that was for him and he ate it.
Dear Gentle Reader:
Have you ever noticed how many of my musings are concerning food? It’s that pesky obsession thing I have going on. Working on some changes this week.
Is “mother nature” the counterfeit of Father God?