Let Them Eat Sausage Biscuits…

Earlier, I was laying in the bed daydreaming as Maggie licked her paws compulsively at my side.  There was a rapaciously loud knock on the door. Keep in mind that we are in the middle of a deluge. Rain was pouring down by the bucket loads with occasional bouts of lightning and thunder. “Merry Christmas!” Charlie said as Maggie barked jubilantly. I couldn’t fathom Charlie carrying out our usual Sunday breakfast ritual in inclement weather such as this.  I was extremely pleased to get it, though, thanking Charlie profusely.

Source: The 4th Avenue Blues - December 22, 2013 Category: Mental Illness Authors: Andrew Quixote Source Type: blogs