Monday (Maniacal) Musings…

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.

Dear McDonald’s:

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.

Dear Catherine:

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.

Dear America:

Is “mother nature” the counterfeit of Father God?