♫♫ Helen Fridays! ♫ Oh yeah! ♫♫

I was about to head to bed last night around ten. I called dad on a whim to see what Helen was cooking. He usually stays up to 1 AM. “Does baked chicken sound good to you?” my father asked. “Hey! Beggars can’t be choosers,” I replied. “I think baked chicken would be great.” You always think of baked chicken being dry and rubbery, but not Helen’s chicken.  She says the secret is to keep the skin on as it bakes. “I think we will have green beans as well,” my father furthered. You could almost hear my father deep in thought. My suggestion was to have that Mahatma yellow saffron rice so we will have to see what my father decides on. Philanderer… “Jim just kissed me on my lips the other night,” I overheard mom telling Mrs. Sandra at the Mexican restaurant last night. Well, this captured my attention immediately. “What did you do Martha?” Sandra asked. “I just smiled and said thanks,” my mother replied back. “He did it to Veronica down at the pharmacy as well.” “He just sounds like a dirty old man,” Sandra said followed by one of her cackling laughs.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - November 15, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs