Okay, it is very late, as in late for someone who is old and aging still, I am going to keep it short.

Hello - to someeone out there who is bored enough to read this. Either way I am honored by such gesture.

I do realize this is the first entry of this blog - oh, well. If you are still reading it means that you will understand that many posts from now on is gonna be just like this random. 
Also, if I had any manners (buried deep somewhere) I would start by introducing myself and the name of this blog. Even myself understand that an explaination at least is in order. However, this is me.

Therefore what you will grt to read is the following letter of complaint signed by a certain tummy to a certain mouth.

Dear Mr. Mouth.
(I certainly hope that you are indeed a Mister based on the assumption of your healthy appetite the least. I am concerned on the topic of your manners when shuffling food into your mouth. The speed of such is not appropiate - least so of a lady!)

 My reason for contacting you despite the knowledge of your busy schedule - indeed you do not seem to stop chewing or swalloing EVER! Is such that I cannot take it anymore.I do realize there must have  been some kind of misunderstanding between the headquarters (brain) too keep informing the hands to non-stop placing food in your working area. I do not understand how the hormones activating the cravings for dairy products could have been release in such manners! In the end of the day I am the one to deal with the consequences. I am doing my best but to break it all down and sort them out as useless is nothing like a waltz on roses - no, but it is not only increasing our workload but I am afraid our workings cannot be as descret and will no doubt affect our host. 

 Thus, I beg you to keep whatever you are best at doing - mainly talking- to distract the bloody cravings and constant stream of food inhaled.

 Sincerly,
Madam Tummy