Why be a little late when you can be big-ly late?
In this case, I was epically late!
When I was five I couldn’t wait to start school. I wanted to read schoolbooks, eat school lunch, play during recess and do everything else that I had so often heard older kids talk about doing. But alas, I was too young for all of that right?
One idle weekday in the 1970’s, my mom and I were partaking in an unconventional, yet hearty, breakfast of Campbell’s Chicken Noodle Soup and grilled cheese sandwiches. Friends, this was one of my most favorite meals because mama used real cheese with the red stuff around it. After one bite, that cheese stretched for miles. It was delicious! Oooohweeeee! If memory serves, she called it hoop cheese.
Did I just digress? I beg your pardon. Just stay with me 😉
Anyway, while we were eating, my mom’s friend came over for a visit. After a quick exchange of pleasantries, mama’s friend looked at me with a puzzled…
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