Rosa fixed a big breakfast this morning. She scrambled cheddar cheese eggs, and made some toast, bacon, grits, and coffee. I was enjoying not having to cook. I did do the cleaning up afterwards. Rosa and I learned that Maggie loves cheese and grits.
"Boy, I bet she is constipated in a few days," I said of Maggie.
Rosa laughed and gave Maggie some more bacon. My dog is spoiled.
I sat on my porch smoking this cool morning as Joyce came bounding outside her door.
"Who's car is that?" Joyce asked being nosey.
"It's Rosa's new car," I replied.
"That car is cute," Joyce said walking over to look at it.
"I'm gonna wash your car today," I told Joyce. Joyce's car looks like it hasn't been washed in over a year.
Today, I have to get Joyce up a mouse for her computer. She is writing her memoirs and I am going to edit them. "I want to tell everyone about my psychosis and bi-polar disorders," she said. She eventually wants to sell her story to Reader's Digest. I thought it was a noble effort if somewhat gargantuan task. She has already written one chapter and it looks promising.