Yesterday morning I ate breakfast with George and Mrs. Florene. She fried that wonderful Clark Brother's sausage. I must have eaten eight pieces. Mrs. Florene kept telling George that if he started to go to church, he would find a good and kind woman.
"Hush momma," George finally said. "I'm not going to church!"
I chuckled to myself. Mrs. Florene made a good point and anything was better than Pookie. I guess I need to heed her advise as well. Fred's Super Dollar Store isn't exactly the best place to pick up a date.
Music has been my passion these past few weeks. I can spend hours sitting in my Lazy Boy and listening to various albums. It is like I've discovered an undiscovered country for the first time.