Dear Mr. Hammond,
I feel a need to confess, three nights ago, in the Lincoln Park Zoo I was walking by the Farm in the Zoo when I heard the erotic bleating of.....................OH, wait, wrong confession.
Stopped at Andy's Polish deli this afternoon, among other items I bought a few meatloaf patties for sandwiches. Ellen was out and about tonight, something about a sale at Bloomies, so I thought a meatloaf sandwich was in order.
Two slices of bread, razor thin slice of onion and your favorite, ketchup. Much to my chagrin, no ketchup. Yep, we were out of ketchup. I immediately invoked the name of the holy hatted one and started searching high and low, pantry, cabinets, basement, still, no ketchup.........
Unlike the Hellmanns TV commercial I did not toss the sandwich, but my enjoyment was most certainly diminished by the lack of your favorite condiment.
I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and, if not forgive, at least understand.