Finch’s with Myra, corpse ties, good week / bad week, exercising, and dancing…
I picked up Myra at CECE, and drove us down to Finch’s for breakfast. Of course, we sat in “Ann’s section,” and of course she started off with, “How ya doin’, baby?” I thought like a fat person and had their sausage and cheddar omelet, which came with hash browns and toast. At least I recognized that I … Read more