Sunday, October 12, 2014

Sunday Morning And No Hash Browns For Me

Harumph.
I got up a few minutes after eight this morning to find that my husband and my daughter and her husband had just left for a Waffle House breakfast before starting the great unloading.
Well.
Maurice is sharing my breakfast. I let her lick the yogurt cup when I was done.
No damn fried eggs and bacon and hash browns for me.

Again I say, Harumph.

It sure was wonderful having them get here last night. They were flat-out exhausted and I fed them their dinner and they went to bed.

Guess I'll put on my overalls and head into town, carry some lamps and stuff.

A new chapter begins.


6 comments:

  1. I think they should treat you to lunch. Have a nice day; family teams are the best.

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  2. You don't want to eat that greasy waffle house stuff, which raises your cholesterol and makes you need to go to the doctor more often.

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  3. I have to say that The Waffle House was one of the most spectacular things about the south. I adore it and we don't have that particular chain here which berefts me all sideways. Hi Mary. xo

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  4. Joanne- I bought pizza for our lunch! It was delicious!

    Anonymous- Well, there is that.

    Rebecca- I hardly ever go there but it's a comfort, knowing it's an option. Hello back!

    Steve Reed- They said they had debated the question and decided to let me sleep. Which was probably the best for all concerned.

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  5. Glad that they arrived. I sure remember those days of moving. We were exhausted too.

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