Letters of Intent

Welcome to Letters of Intent brought to us by Julie at Foursons.

First of all, let me address I realize I didn't do a Tell Me Thursday, and I sincerely apologize. I had a HORRENDOUS Thursday, and to be honest, blogging was the last thing on my mind.

The picture was of some of the Mickey Mouse decorations for Dylan's 2nd birthday this Saturday. More pics to follow, of course.

Moving along.

Dear Black Shadow of Dylan's Birthday Events,

Neener, Neener, Neener.

Everyone (well, almost everyone, don't know if Cuzzin Robyn will be here, sniff sniff) has made it here come snow or high water. So, there. And my bad news (all is "well" just life's drama) yesterday was softened majorly by being surrounded by loving family and friends. So, there again. Even if I did also lose my cell phone yesterday and found out it was ran over and destroyed in front of Food City, I am calm, cool, and collected. (Yeah, right. Please don't "out" me, Rachel!)

Thanks for leaving, Nee Nee

Dear Wendy's of Ptsville,

Why on God's Green Earth have you let your restaurant become the "meeting place" for social workers and such with kids that have been taken away from their very neglecting parents? (Maybe this happens everywhere, but it has just recently began "around here in the sticks.") The last five times I have been there, I have had to endure "family visits." (I don't mean "endure" like whining on my part, I mean like suffering and sadness.)

I was sitting there, eating my incorrectly fixed chicken sandwich, trying not to complain, trying not to cry cause of my life drama, just trying to mind my own business, and here comes this woman and two men and sit right behind me and my sister. They are talking about drugs, etc, and parties, whatever. I don't really care, their business, I just tune them out, etc. They are all excited about some upcoming "shipment" that sounded very questionable.

I am thinking, "These idiots, rattling on like this in public...." blah blah blah.

THEN IT HAPPENED.

Here came two social workers (like has happened the last three times I have been at this Wendy's) with three of the most adorable, gorgeous little kids you have ever saw, that come running up to their mommy & daddies, and "Mommy missed you!" "Can't wait to get you back!" crap followed, and I JUST LOST IT.

I (um, kinda loudly) exasperatedly sighed, threw up my hands, and said "I CANNOT TAKE THIS TODAY!"

My sister said something, I didn't hear her, (sorry for leaving the tray, sis) I was just over the edge with these druggies and their poor children, and literally couldn't handle it.

I went to the car and left my sister to finish eating with the dope heads who have no intention of trying to get their poor, innocent children back. I just couldn't bear to witness it. I literally could not.

So, Wendy's, PLEASE don't let that happen there. I understand they have to meet "somewhere" but please not where I have to witness these tragic events. You are lucky I was having a horrific day or I probably would have had words with the parents and called them on their crap and told the social workers what they were saying and ended up in jail because of fighting in Wendy's. So, I know you what hate for that to happen, as would I, so can you PLEASE make them take it somewhere else? Thanks.

Sincerely,

One seriously disturbed customer.