To Whom It May Concern:We, Your Body, wrote that letter last week, as we said, out of concern. This week we wanted to apologize. Maybe we jumped the gun. We should’ve known better.
What a fantastic weekend. I do have to say it was a tad alarming when we witnessed you turn down pizza and cupcakes at your niece’s birthday party. Sending green leaves down the chute and asking us to process that stuff is like asking Will Hunting to do simple arithmetic. Needless to say it wasn’t very challenging for us.
And then as though it was Ali returning to the ring you gave Your Body a night of fun and a Sunday that made us pinch ourselves.
Saturday nights seemingly endless barrage of Swedish Meatballs reminded us of the good old days. And just when we thought it couldn’t get any better we find out you’re going to your friend’s house in Chatham. A house that prepares and serves food like Ali jukes and jives. A house that sends shivers down the spine of those lunatic herbivores. We knew you were better than that so we were thrilled to get started.
An endless supply of wings and cured meats. Umm, 3 words – back in business! If you were wondering why your stomach felt like crap last night it’s cause Your Body was churnin and burnin down here. Working overtime trying to break down that stuff! Not that we’re complaining and anyway we had a feeling things would change now that football is in high gear.
Keep it up big guy. We missed ya. As far as today goes we’re not sure what’s up with the lunch choice. Peanut Butter sandwich on some fake bread with a side order of cherry tomatoes? A bump in the road I’m sure. No worries.
Welcome back, big guy,
Your Body
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