I come back from my walk to find my favorite cereals (Corn Chex and Kellogg’s Raisin Bran to mix together), cran-grape juice, chocolate chip cookies, and diet Dr Pepper.
I certainly hope the Butcher is not a.) about to deliver bad news or b.) buttering me up for something.
Did I tell y’all that he is taking a week’s vacation later this month to grown his moustache out? I don’t know why that tickles the shit out of me, but it does.
Okay, he’s coming downstairs right now. I will find out.
He says, “Nothing.” Now he’s asking me what’s going on with me.
Oh, now he’s confessing that “I spent more of your money than you expected me to.”