I am planning on volunteering my interpretive dance skills to represent the saying of grace at the dinner table. How do I begin my choreography if I don't even know his beliefs? I have tried contacting his quot;peoplequot; at General Mills, but they apparently had a fire in their grain silo and have not had a chance to get back to me.
This question is far too deep for me to contemplate an answer. I am in awe of your superior intellect.
Shortcake - I am so sorry for the stress I have caused you. I was at the General Mills grain silo last night and I thought I would light up one of the big cigars Cousin Pedro bought me from Cuba. Well I was leaning on the building enjoying the wonderfully expensive cigar aroma when the site foreman rushed up saying didn't I know this was a food factory and smoking was strictly forbidden anywhere. Shortcake - he was a big man and he was very angry so I threw my cigar over my shoulder setting the silo on fire. The foreman rushed in with the fire extinguisher but I panicked and pushed the door shut so he couldn't tell anyone I had been smoking. So Shortcake, that's why they couldn't get back to you. What am I to do Shortcake? I feel dreadful about it. Edit: Shortcake - that is such a comfort. Little Beverley with child - who would have thought it? It just shows we never know what is in store for us which is why I must urge you to take care. I have been reading about Minnesota and I don't want you to get eaten by hungry bears on your way to work. You must be careful, Shortcake.
