George just called me. He was driving home from work in Lagrange.
“Are you going to be okay?” he asked. “Your pops leaving might make you want to drink.”
I smiled. My good friend. My dear good friend.
“I will be fine,” I replied assuredly. “I am actually excited about it. I am going to let myself go for a few days. It’s a vacation for me.”
“Get me some breakfast,” I then said in hungry anticipation.
“What do you want?” George asked. “You ought to just eat breakfast with me and mom. She’s cooking cheese grits, bacon and biscuits this morning.”
“I am craving two sausage biscuits and two hashbrowns from McDonalds.”
“And just how are you going to pay me back for this?” George asked jokingly.
“I will wash the Caprice. Just bring it over. I will even wax it.”
“Deal!” George said and hung up the phone.
I was just cooking some cheddar broccoli and potatoes in the microwave for breakfast. That is going in the fridge. I want some comfort foods this morning and I can’t wait for George to get here with my biscuits. Do you all eat mustard on your sausage biscuits? I do. I love it that way. It reminds me of that movie Sling Blade. Carl always ate his biscuits with mustard. Um huh.