Open Letters

Dear Ruby,

There are no hot coals in your car seat. I checked. Twice. It is unnecessary to scream the entire way to anywhere that is not directly attatched to my body.

Thanks,
Mama


Dear Fred Meyers,

Please stop making Nanaimo bars. While I have become a slave to their deliciousness, they are counterproductive to my ass reduction program.

Thanks,

A loyal Customer


Dear My House,

Do you have to be located so close to the Fred Meyer where the Nanaimo bars are?

Puzzled,

The Lady who Pays the Mortgage