Jill is the slice of home baked pie you long for. Her dad was a farmer. His dad was a farmer. On a hot summer day Jill would call me up to go floating down the canal or ride the slick rocks with the stream into a barely thawed pool of water. She's also the girl I called one day when I was bored and offered to drive two hours and try out this new thing called "Bungee Jumping." We did although I can't remember why . The first year after my college graduation I found myself particularly low on pride. First of all, I was a college graduate working as a sales clerk. Too late I discovered that a bachelors degree in sociology is equal to a high school diploma and, in some cases, a G.E.D. and got you hired at JC Penney trying to upsale with a colorful scarf. On top of it, I'd been dumped. It wasn't that he was the love of my life. In fact, it was quite the opposite. He started planning the wedding aloud and I freaked out, pointing out that we'd only bee...
The bookworm story is a cover. There's a grocery store with a bakery close by. It closes at 11:00.
Mmmmmmm.
ReplyDeleteYou lucky dog. Our closest grocery stores don't have a bakery (unless you count stuff shipped in), and the closest one closes at 9pm.
ReplyDeleteOh, the joys of small town life.
Which store? Smith's? Next time call me - I will tag along.
ReplyDeletemmm. SO evil to post pictures of things like that for all to drool over.
ReplyDeleteOooooo that looks good. German chocolate? I bet they have GREAT carrot cake, too. Mmmmmm.
ReplyDeleteYummy. I can totally see why you stay up late to read. :)
ReplyDeleteI think I just went into a sugar coma
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