Maggie and I had yet to eat our breakfast this morning when we passed Central Elementary school on our walk. There were some wonderful hunger inducing smells coming out of the cafeteria of that school as we passed making my stomach grumble harshly in protest. I could see lunch ladies moving around in the kitchen. We hurried home with extra zest so I could rustle the Mags and I up some grub.
Today’s breakfast was just cheese grits and Aunt B’s biscuits. Simple, but delicious. Dad brought me another supply of Aunt’s B’s biscuits which he gets somewhere in Lagrange, Georgia. They are the only frozen biscuit we have found to be even anywhere near homemade.
An Extra Hand is a Helping Hand…
Mom called me as I was retiring last night. I was laying in the bed reading a magazine with my iPad when the phone rang.
“Are you still going to help me unload my groceries tomorrow?” she asked sounding apprehensive.
“Certainly,” I told her. “Come by the house when you’ve done your shopping or call me. I will be right over.”
My mother always acts like she won the lottery when I do this for her which surprises me as it is not that big of a deal. At least, it is not that big of a deal to me. She will thank me extremely profusely. She also “pays” me in lemonades and Chef Boyardee lasagna or mac and cheese.
Our Pets and Their Royal Titles…
Dad finally gave Maggie her royal title last night as he does for all our pets. It has taken years for him to decide. I know it’s silly, but it is all in good fun. Maggie is now officially titled the Princess of Mauritania.
<------Here she sits looking regal..
Muffin was the royal nurse as she took care of my mother. Macy was the Grand Duchess of England. Mick was the Duke of Edinburg.