Dear Pugzie's,
I am going to have to change your name to "Granny's" because your warm bread, soft cookies and delicious homemade soups remind me of a little hug from my miniature pill-poppin' granny. When I'm feeling like I should have packed my own lunch, I'll come see you. The only thing missing is a sweet note written on my lunch napkin.
Today you made me some brocolli cheese soup, and I snagged a magazine from the community kiosk (US Weekly - summer bathing suits hot-or-not issue) and had myself quite the nice little lunch.
Thanks for keepin' it real grandma, I'll be back next week for another visit!
Love,
MIchelle