Breakfast is Served…

Maggie and I had yet to eat our breakfast this morning when we passed Central Elementary school.  There were some wonderful smells coming out of the kitchen of that school as we passed making my stomach grumble harshly in protest.  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.  An Extra Hand is a Helping Hand… Mom called me as I was heading to bed last night. “Are you still going to help me unload my groceries tomorrow?” she asked. “Certainly,” I told her. “Come by the house when you’ve done your shopping or call me.” My mother always acts like she won the lottery when I do this for her.  She will thank me profusely. She “pays” me in lemonades and Chef Boyardee 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 good fun.  Maggie is now officially titled the Princess of Mauritania.  <------Here she sits looking regal.
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