1. The missing slipper was, indeed, under the bed. All is well.
2. The sub shop corporate offices responded: "Thank you, blah blah blah. Your comments have been forwarded to the owner of the location you visited." Sure, pass the buck to the people I was complaining about in the first place. Oh well. This will not discourage me from trying to change the world, one "contact us" form at a time.
3. I went back to Jamba Juice for more Supercharger goodness. Not sure yet if this is just a phase, or I will continue my mashed-up fruit eating ways.
Thursday, June 29, 2006
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4 comments:
Hey, you could start making your own mashed-up fruit concoction at home in a blender that way when your child is old enough for semi-solid food you will be a pro and won't have to use the stuff from the jar. (sorry run on sentence)Happy Friday Eve!
Kenny,
Going back a couple blogs, I'm not sure how comfortable I am with a man of your vocab. or any man for that matter using the word "treats". I.M.O., it's a word best reserved for dogs and children, not used by men who get excited about snacks. Please take it under advisement.
JP
Thanks JP,
That explains a lot. I always wondered why I never heard you say "This is my treat."
Wa Wa Waaaaaa.
JP
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