I got my passport photo taken today. I think my head has gotten fatter over the past five years. This makes me sad.
Dear Fat Mo,
I'd like to start off by apologizing for not eating with you after many many years. I have been working at Sonic, and they give me half price. They don't compare to you Mo, but I gave in to their cheap prices. That weakness of cheap food has come back to bite me in the butt. I recently dined with you again this week, hoping to find the delicious chicken tenders of our past, but I did not find them. You replaced them, Mo. Why? I've had the new ones, and they are sub par. I thought maybe it was just your 8th Ave location, but I ventured over to White Bridge Road, but it was the same story. I just don't understand you Mo. Maybe I deserved this after leaving you without a reason. I will be back for your fries, but not as often as I hoped.
Good Bye Mo
Maribeth M. Davidson
Here's another picture so you can see how natural the fuse box blends in with its surroundings.
Introducing our new Wedding Anouncement Board/Fuse Box. The only couple we desperatly want to put up is Steve and George, but we will be sure to add them as soon as the divorce from Luanne is final.
I took my twenty-seven pounds of change to the bank today. I don't feel bad for the teller at all. I'm a mean bitter person.
After banking at the wonderful Regions, I went to see my friend Fat Mo. He was out of chicken tenders and I became very sad. He said they would have some tomorrow, but I don't know if I can last that long. I might go check out the Fat Mo's on White Bridge if I get desperate enough.
I changed my Regions banking sign in name from my social to "amsouthsucks". It was surprisingly not taken yet. Life is good with the new bank.
My electricians came today. I now have the prettiest electric boxes in all of Nashville. I will post pictures later.
I must take the babies to gymnastics now.
