Gravy on the Biscuits...

Slowly but surely I am teaching Maggie that riding in the car doesn't necessarily mean we're going to the veterinarian. She finally, and I mean finally, jumped up into my car on her own this early morning. I didn't have to pick her up and put her on the front seat. She got a couple of liver treats for doing so and much kudos and adulation. We were off to get my sodas and to stop by the Circle K. It was too cold to walk this morning. Yeah, I'm a wuss, but I'm a wuss with a full tank of gas and a warm car!Mom was sound asleep on the couch with the television on. I grabbed my six sodas in their bag off the porch and let her rest. Dad says it sounds like mice in the kitchen when my mother stays up late like that as she will eat lots of snacks and the food wrappers will crinkle loudly. I will get my Helen-to-go plates later in the morning. I want more of those candied sweet potatoes.I wish I could kindle a love of coffee like most people, but it tastes terribly bitter to me. I got my usual hot cocoa this morning. That coffee sure did smell good walking into the convenience store this morning, though. I've also rekindled my love for Payday candy bars lately. I got two large bars of them this morning as well. Maggie got some teriyaki beef jerky as a change of pace.Speaking of Helen, we had fried ham steaks again yesterday. Helen put lots of it on my plate and I have been making really good sandwiches out of it. They say to make lemonade when life hands you lemons so that is what I ...
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