I always sent my letters to the great Chihuey to "Chihuey slammer, Southern Canuckistan" and no zip because they don't zip up there(just ask Hag) every Chihuey Day momhelped me rite the letters til fifteen years old(her age) when I learned how to myself so I'd get bottles of syrup with no untapping cause momsaid that's how she got me and I didn't want another me because then I wouldn't be sure which one I was and I had the syrup on my pancakes but momdrank hers I tried it once it burned a lot so I stuck to my own syrup(hahaget it?) on my pancakes but never grits because mom said she'd rip out my eyes(in a nice way) if I ever brought grits into the house so never did and onetime some friends said try some and I did I think that's called pier pressure but grits was just about the nastiest think I ever put in my mouth except for that one time but I don't tell that story no more because