I'm sorry that I've not written in you for a while now. With the wedding, school, and Mic going through his bout of depression after Michael Phelps' record was beat, I've been swamped. I hope you understand. I'm sure that you have had plenty of stuff happen to you since I last wrote in you, but enough about you; let's hear about me.
For the past three months, I've been receiving strange notes in my mailbox, written on unicorn stationary. They are very nice notes, and written in a very nice script. They highlight some of my many abilities of leading groups. I thought that I would share some with you:
Unlike the creature (unicorn) depicted on this note, your Large Group running skills are far from mythological.
Once upon a time, there lived an awesome Largo Grup (LG) coordinator. Her name was Melizabeth. One day, the Ivy Cloverseer, Dieter, boasted a Mitrosoft Scarepoint massage reading that LG would be smelled this week in the Prawn Room and that the Hot Topic (TM) would be X-ray VISION. But Mel, in a moment of almost clarity, declared, "Dieter, you will speak actually on Thyme Plannagement in the Smite Chapel." And LG was saved. And everybody breathed a collective sigh of 'roast beef'! LOLI could go on, but why would I want to ruin a good thing?
Anyway, I want to tell you about this new show I found on the Paula Deen eating channel: the Next Chef of Iron. It's really an awesome show that takes place in Alton Brown's foyer, where these "top-notch" chefs compete to make Alton Brown dinner. There's this oober-creepy guy on there who has eyes like a crazy man and he thinks that he can cook, when he tries to make ice cream for an Indian breakfast entree. Yeah right.
It really is sad. He tries to use words, but he gets frustrated and turns to cooking in order to express himself. I really do wish that he'd return to trying to use words. He has no talent, and thinks that the coffee maker is an ice cream maker. He claims that it's broken, but Alton Brown seemed to enjoy his pistachio cream coffee that came out of it. Who knew? Not him obviously.
That's enough for now. I'll talk to you later. Diary, I forbid you from convincing Alton to take this creepo on as his head chef.
-Liz :)
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