“You’ve got a lot of food over here. You need to come and pick it up,” my father told me in the last hour over my phone.
I asked my father if Auburn was playing today and he chastised me for not knowing Auburn was on sabbatical this week. Oh, well. Rome wasn’t built in a day and I am a work in progress as far as football goes.
I then hurried over to my parent’s with dreams and grand delusions of mounds of pork chops. There were only four fried pork chops and that’s certainly okay. I am going to make sandwiches out of them throughout the day.
The Guy Bringing Sausage Biscuits Called Me…
“How long have you been bringing me breakfast on Sunday mornings?” I asked Charlie a moment ago on another phone call.
“It has been about two years,” Charlie replied. “I’ll see you in the morning around 9pm.”
That was short and sweet. I told Charlie to be sure and knock on the door even if I am asleep. Maggie will probably wake me anyway, but I certainly don’t want ants in my biscuits again.
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