Sunday, July 16, 2017

The Sunday Night Fried Chicken Express...

"Chop, chop," dad said to Charlie. "I want to eat my chicken while it is still hot."

"I've still got to polish Andrew's stove top," Charlie said looking like a lost puppy.

I had cleaned it earlier just for this reason, but a haze had formed over the top. Charlie was going to use some of that glass top stove polish I had in the cabinets above the stove.

"Love you, son," dad said as Charlie followed him out my front door with a bag of trash.

I got the $5 dollar fill up chicken strips meal tonight. I love the soft-baked chocolate chip cookie they add to those "fill up" meals.

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