If you looked for impetuous in a dictionary, you would find my mother in the definition. Mom’s and my little dilettante ended up with us carrying both Maggie and Caramel out to the veterinarian for their annual booster shots and a checkup this afternoon.
“You will be glad to have it done,” mom told me patting me on the knee as we drove to Dr.Thomas’ I had vehemently complained that I didn't want to do this today earlier. For some reason, I just haven’t felt entirely up to snuff and have found it hard leaving the threshold that is my front door.
I will have to admit that mom was right, though. I am glad to have that finished with for another year as it’s traumatic to the dogs and equally traumatic to their owner.
Chicken Livers Anyone?
I was just standing in Mrs. Florene’s bright yellow and cheery kitchen a moment ago as she was frying french fries and chicken livers on her stove.
“Stay and eat with us!” Mrs. Florene begged.
“I am fixing to head home,” I shyly replied as I waited for George to return from his room with some things he owes me.
“Do you like chicken livers?” Florene asked inquisitively.
“When I was younger, I loved them,” I told her. “But they have grown out of favor as I have gotten older. Their taste can me kind of overwhelming and strong.”
2 comments:
Any "liver" has an odd taste to it and I just can't seem to like it. Hey...that new picture of you is..ummm...
Sir:
I had not seen you use that picture of that fellow in a long time! It was always such a unique photo.
The image brought back many memories of your writings on your many camping adventures into the woods and also about the times where you would sleep in your car for the adventure of it.
I hope you are having a good day!
PipeTobacco
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