Dear Friends,
To the right, my early contribution to the exquisite Latvian culinary lexicon:
The carton was paper.
The picture was of a cow.
I found it in the refrigerator aisle.
How was I supposed to know I wasn't buying milk?
You know what they say, "When life gives you yogurt, make cereal!"
I've been working on an ad campaign:
Hey Kids,
Feelin' sleepy?
-Yeah.
Don't wanna get outta bed?
-No.
It's time you trade in the Mourning Grumps for the Morning Lumps!
Try Latvian cow curds on your next bowl of Frosted Flakes!
-Yay!!
It'll be GRRRRREAT!
Yours,
Tim
P.S. By the way, "piens" means "milk."
4 comments:
Abby and Katie Mae are laughing at you! They like your flowers on your breakfast table though!
Tim...
Every time I nearly get your grandmother signed up for the Internet you make some mention to wild parties or lewd entertainment. Yes, you may be Presbyterian, but remember Grandma.
Speaking of which..We Burgoo-ed in your honor this week. Jan, Bob, Grandma and her sidekick sis were all at the Burgoo as well as your sub speech coach the Tiff-girl. If we'd have had a cake in the shape of you we'd have eaten it in your memory.
Praying for you, my friend...
kb
I laughed out loud! What adventures you will have! mullgy
Today in the park, I met a fifth grader whose dad is in the military and stationed in Iraq. He told me that he sends him bi-weekly care packages with Frosted Flakes, milk, & Pert Plus.
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