Babies like fat. Like to bury they face up in you armpit and go to sleep. They like big fat legs too. That I know.
They say it's like true love, good help. You only get one in a lifetime.
That's all a grit is, a vehicle. For whatever it is you rather be eating.
Miss Leefolt sigh, hang up the phone like she just don't know how her brain gone operate without Miss Hilly coming over to push the Think buttons.
Frying chicken always makes me feel a little better about life.
If singing was a color, it would've been the color of that chocolate.