I Love A Good Letter

Not much news to report on the weekend front. Ty and I did nothing this weekend besides eating out. Friday night we ate at L'Italiano with some church peeps. We had a really good time and somehow I managed to eat all of my tortellini. Yes, I feel quite guilty about that.

Saturday evening we ate at Cheesecake Bistro with the regulars. While it is fair to say I despise chain restaurants, I find a new special hatred for them on the weekends. It's always overcrowded and the staff typically treats you like poo. This is not a good combination for someone like me. It makes me feisty.

So, with little to report, I think it best to share a letter I received in the mail Friday. In this line of work, you never know what's going to come across your desk. In this case, it was an index card with a note pecked out on a typewriter. Keep reading, it gets good at the end. It reads — verbatim:

Thursday, August 20, 2009
Ms. Netherton:

I see Sports, WK hospitals and doctors, lawyers,; but, I miss (or missed) my request that I called or wrote Mr. Mike Whitehead about before the MOUSE or the Computer Age — a "spread" about FRIST BAPTIST of Bossier and its Pastor: Morning Star Missionary Baptist Church and its Pastor -- Corner of Jewella/Tate : PEACEFUL REST and its Pastor -- Saint Vincent.
What happened to Cheryl White's Article,
Over please

Please do not leave out EDITOR'S DESK or ONE LAST THING. I read e verything -- advertising Section included.

(Smile)
Mrs. ______

Nots: Send me an extra copy for my birthday, December 25, 2009. I'll be 79, if I'm living.