Dear Porkchops.
I was alittle hasty last week. I threw some words around that were admittedly harsh, namely the h-word. I'm sorry Porkchops. That was rude of me.
We've had some good times Chops, we have. Remember when Mother used to make you and the next morning I'd eat the leftovers with my fingers. The grease would get all over my face as I nibbled straight to the bone. It was wonderful.
But you have to realize you're at fault too. It hurt me last week when you came out of the oven tough and bland. Do you realize how hard I worked. I seasoned you, baked you in wine. Wine is meant to tenderize you Porkchops. WHY weren't you tender?! My dinner party was RUINED!
I don't know if I can get over this hurt. I don't think we can go on like this. But maybe if we take some time apart, we can learn to be friends again.
Sincerely,
Tamara
Order of the Stick 1194: Spiritual Counseling
4 years ago