Dear Internet Company {Revisited},

Hello again.  Perhaps you remember my first letter to you.  Well, I have heard more of the story, and here are my thoughts:

I will likely be switching to a different company, because this is just flat out stupid.

Thanks for listening.  It's been a good, oh, I don't know, 8 years with you, but I'm about to peace out.  

Love, Me

It's Freaky Friday, Y'all!

Dear Remington Grill,

On Wednesday evening, at approximately 6:45 p.m., I became famished.  My stomach started growling.  And growling.  My Darling Dearest was asleep taking a nice long nap.  I gently woke him up to see if he was ready to go to dinner.  He wasn't.

To make a long story short, I begged and begged to go to Remington Grill for dinner - I was truly craving your cheeseburgers and delicious FrySauce.  We finally arrived at 7:58.  

The doors were closed and locked.  Apparently, you thought it would be brilliant to close up shop at 8pm.

8 pm?!?!  

Um, I hate to break it to you, but plenty of people are still hungry at 8pm.  Please consider staying open until 9pm.  

Thanks.

Love, Me

Dear Girl Who Doesn't Know How To Work My iPhone Camera,

Yesterday afternoon, at approximately 5:30 p.m. EST, in area code 336, I was literally rubbing shoulders with Anderson Cooper - of AC 360 on CNN.  I handed you my iPhone because it was the only camera I had.  I had it set and ready to go.  I told you which button to push.  I nudged Anderson and said "right there."  He looked up and we both smiled.  We waited.  And waited.  He looked away and kept signing autographs.  I kept looking at my phone and smiling like an idiot. Finally, you said, "I don't know how to work it.  Sorry."  I was t-i-c-k-e-d.

Lucky for you, a friend just HAPPENED to be snapping pictures.  She got proof that I was shoulder to shoulder with good ol' A.C.

(That's me in the white sweater to the left of AC)

Please learn how to work an iPhone and never let that happen to anyone again.

Love, Me