October 14, 2007
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Sunday, October 14
Mr. Poe worked awfully hard all day Saturday to make Mr. Chris’s birthday party deliciously spectacular. I promised him that I’d make him country gravy on Sunday Morning. Anybody who’s ever lived in the south can make country gravy. I believe it’s part of the driver’s license test. Except for New Orleans, whose fancy French cuisine thumbs its nose at anything with either “country” or “gravy” in the title. So Sunday rolled around and he’d been dreaming about country gravy for two days (I am not exaggerating) so I got up and made it for him. Which involved me touching raw sausage which was totally gross. The resulting gelatinous concoction was about a cup and a half of artery clogging goodness ladeled on top of two eggs, two biscuits, and three sausage patties. Mr. Poe ate every bit of it and I believe may have licked his plate as well. Here he is enjoying his breakfast:
I mean really enjoying it:
He was pretty much immobile for many hours after his feeding frenzy and I was pretty hung over from the night before. So he studied Spanish and I napped off and on for most of the afternoon. I discovered that Rufus is now too big to fit on Bubba’s old bed. It’s like he’s growing exponentially. Call Godzilla!
Here’s one of me holding him. Note that I kind of have Bukake hair:
And here’s Mr. Poe, fully recovered from his breakfast getting kisses from Ms. Mimi “Chupacabra” Kissington. She’s so precious you almost forget about all those sealed UN inditements.
We went to bed early with no biking all day.
