Pizza Hut was her Nineveh
We didn't make the forty-five minute trek north very often. My family seemed quite content to stay at home on the weekend. I had my butt-grove claim on my favorite chair and squandered many a Saturday on a good book and little else. In retrospect I understand my mother's frustration. She tried so hard to impart her wisdom. Tips in the kitchen. Tips in the garden. And I would just nod and turn another page - not hearing a word - not caring because I wouldn't need any of that in the "real world". Like algebra. Or gym class. Turns out you do need it. I am forever calling my mother with tedious questions like, "do I cook the turkey with the lid on?" which I have to ask her every time I stick a bird in the oven. (What a fowl mess I'd be in without her.) And I used algebra last week - sorry Mr. Smith...you were right, I was wrong.

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Man Oh Man!!!! Alannah!! You're So gifted! I loved this.....I never get your notes on my home page......I'm looking forward to reading more.........fellow writer!!!!!
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