Dad was off today when I went to get my colas. He was in his robe with the most raggedy bedroom slippers on.
"What was the low last night?" he asked me.
"30," I replied.
"Close call," dad said. "But I don't think it was a killing frost."
Mom had acted ugly to me yesterday and didn't even remember it today when I went back to her room to get cigarettes.
"Hey there!" she said gleefully, poking her head out of the covers.
"Hey mom," I replied.
"Only take one carton of cigarettes," she told me.
"Okay," I replied, not understanding why it mattered.
So that is my boring life this morning. I am now home watching Court TV on my computer while Maggie lies on the bed in my computer room.