Tuesday, September 1, 2015

Texting Machine

Me, 3:56pm:
Come for supper and I'll make spaghetti. Also have bread for u.

Me: 4:56pm:
Just took bread from oven. Come get it hot!

Everett, 5:20pm:
Just got your message. I better head over quick.

It was a windy day, which meant a reprieve from mosquitoes, so I went for a walk. Made it to the correction line 15 minutes away and was on my way back when who should come up behind me but ... Hungry Man!

"Go ahead," I said. "Bread and butter's on the counter."
So off he went, and I walked the rest of the way.

And this is what I found when I got into the house.
"Mom? Your bread gets an S. That's one level higher than an A. It's Stupendous."