The Creepy Crawlies…

Maggie woke me this morning digging at her cooties – her imaginary creepy crawlies as I call them.  I can’t find anything on her and she got her flea medicine recently about a week ago. The whole bed was shaking violently as she vigorously scratched.  She is an effective alarm clock. I think it’s her wire hair that is so itchy like wool. Maggie also knows that last night was grocery night and that meant a big breakfast this morning.  She got three eggs scrambled plain and I put cheese in mine which she didn’t get. I bought two dozen eggs last night. Breakfast is my biggest meal of the day for me and I love traditional breakfast foods. This morning’s breakfast was accompanied by Tennessee Pride sausage and Aunt B’s biscuits. Dad just called me at 8am to make sure I was up and going. He has to work today – the unlucky soul. “Remember, you have to take your mother to the bookstore this morning,” he said. “I don’t envy you of this task.” I told my father to put a pack of my cigarettes in Mom’s purse. I’ve got two cigarettes left here at the house. Mom and I actually have a very good time together.  I wonder if mom will try to give me four Xanax like the last time we went?  It makes me smile when I think of it. It is also very tempting. Four 1mg Xanax would make me feel VERY relaxed. She is so determined to get to the Bookstore by any means necessary and available. The last thing I need is to open Pandora's box and get hooked o...
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