Feta cheese

Sep 27, 2006 23:04

{An e-mail I just sent to Dave. If you are not Dave, insert the word "Dave" whenever it says "you" and change the verb conjugations to fit the third person, instead of the second.}

So tonight, when Brandi got home, after I found out that the guy on the crime show had two wives (both current) AND a mistress and somehow none of them were the murderer, we decided we needed to go somewhere. Where did we go? The answer should be obvious: Wegman's. Not just any Weggie's [insert sign language sign for Wegman's here], the really big
one. With the restaurant. Where we saw Heather2, who I work with (not to be confused with Original Heather, who I lived with, known to many as "Oh God Don't Bite!"). But we also saw Feta cheese. And I remembered how once, while we were eating at time at Alladin's down the block and you and Brandi and Heather (Original) and I all matched, but we didn't realized it until Annie said so, you said, "I love Feta. There should be more Feta in life." They had a lot of Feta. I don't know why I keep capitalizing Feta... I wanted to call you, but Brandi said you would probably be asleep. And then we laughed about how, in fact, you're probably just watching the Roomba. And I think this story should've ended several sentences ago.

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-lovekaty
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