The Fruits of Helen’s Fruitful Labor…

Mom and I just drove over to Sonic for a quick sweet treat, but their ice cream machine was broken. I guess it was a blessing in disguise.  The lady profusely apologized over the intercom. She said they were also out of bacon and couldn’t make slushes.  I had forgotten about my Helen to-go plate and mom told me to get it when I dropped her off at home and that’s what I did. I also grabbed my colas as well.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - August 31, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs