FoodLady Chronicles – cheating bastard edition: Dear Herbert, I *know* my mother is the “original FoodLady” and that she literally cooks dinner for her dogs (and you while you are here) but you may have freaked her out because she just came downstairs explaining that, “you sleep like people.” This will never not be funny to me. *chuckles*
Love, FoodLady (the younger).
PS – not cooking dinner for you every day