“Hello?” I heard loudly as my front door was opened. I was startled awake as I was sound asleep just a moment ago. It was our Charlie with treats. Maggie went flying off the bed to greet him barking jubilantly. It certainly was a good reason to get out of bed this morning.
“I’ve got you two sausage, egg, and cheese biscuits and I got Maggie one as well,” Charlie told me.
I could hear Charlie looking in my fridge as I was furiously trying to get some clothes on.
“I put you some more sodas in the fridge as well.”
About as fast as he got here, the sausage biscuit fairy was gone. The sausage biscuit fairy was now headed to my parent's house with more treats to deliver. Maggie thinks my mother and Charlie are so endearing as they always consistently bring treats, I can actually get jealous about it. Isn’t that silly?
Listening to Amy Winehouse… “Back in Black”
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Charlie reminds me of the epitamy southern hospitality. I miss that.
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