Say Goodbye to the Mexicans and Hello to the Italians…

“100 percent chance of rain tonight,” my mother told me over the phone. “Mrs. Sandra said she won’t be able to make it tonight to the Mexican restaurant.” “I am going to get two of those Little Caesar $5 dollar hot and ready pizzas,” I replied to my mother. My mother said that sounded good. I know she will be hungry by this afternoon.  I’m already getting hungry myself as the afternoon grows shorter.  “I’ll be over at 6:00 tonight with the pizzas,” I told my groggy sounding mother.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - March 6, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs