V-8 Vegetable Juice to the Rescue…

I rarely, if at all, impose upon my father, but I did so tonight.  I didn’t let my inhibitions not allow me to get a few more groceries. I’ve been lamenting the fact all week that I forgot my V-8 juice I so dearly love on my trip to the grocery store Monday. I also didn’t want to provoke the equivalent of the “Spanish Inquisition” by shopping at the Piggly Wiggly with my debit card. “Please get me some V-8 juice,” I asked my father tonight as he was about to leave my house to do some grocery shopping. “You don’t even have to drop it by or deliver it.  I will get it with my Cokes tomorrow.” Surprisingly, my father said he would be glad to do that for me. Things like this are kind of like a roulette wheel with regards to how my father will act or react – a highly volatile family member. Dad had also cooked some chicken and dressing in the crock pot all day today.  I was a very lucky benefactor of a plate of this meal.  It was delicious. I am also a casserole fanatic and dad knows this. He sent some sour cream and corn casserole as well along with a Ziploc bag of homemade biscuits.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - August 27, 2014 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs