P.S Maple Long John

Why do people eat what is NOT theirs? You were supposed to be mine. I walked all the way there, and bought you for 51 cents. Am I not allowed a little happiness on a Monday? I guess not…For you were eaten recently by my brother. :l
I miss you already; you smelled so sweet. You were the highlight of my day. I was waiting until after supper to eat you, instead of after lunch, because then you would be that much more worth it. But I guess if I don’t write my name on something it’s “in public property” and apparently up for grabs. Ugh. Monday’s really do suck.
I hope a family member of yours will come home with me one day.