{not our pantry}
Firstly, thank you for everything that you have done for us in terms of food provided and options offered. I acknowledge the thankless service you provide. However. I would like to lodge a formal complaint about the current situation.
The vacant expanse of your shelves.
You see at this very moment I would like a snack. I know it’s late and that I probably shouldn’t. But I wouldn’t mind something to eat. And there is nothing. You offer nothing. Nothing, especially of substance. Your shelves are filled with flour and sugar and baking powder. Canned tomato, spices and sprinkles. But not a loaf of bread or crunchy apple in sight.
What happened? Where did it all go wrong… Was it something we did? I promise to pay you more attention. Is that it. Are you upset that we haven’t bought you anything in a long, long time?
In our defence, we have been busy. Plus did you know that Hubby cannot go to the grocery store anymore. Well he can’t. I have to do it thanks to his special conditions licence. So cut me some slack would you. Please. There really is no need to be jealous of the fridge full of vegies. If you open the door, you’ll see, it is just as sad in there.
You know what, how about I get you something nice on Saturday? Would that make you happy? Because I hope we can resolve this disagreement and get back to working together to fulfill my dietary {or let’s face it, more likely snacking} needs.
Sincerest regards,
M
Credit goes to the fabulous Cheeseboy for the post inspiration. He wrote this really, really funny letter to the mini golf association that made me laugh out loud. And I thought, I think I have some of those type thoughts in my head. Totally random and probably even more silly. I couldn’t help myself. I’m calling it. Letter of the Week.
Suger 
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