“I like the color babe, it looks great!” The Finkster noticed over our family breakfast. Not sure if he noticed the box in the trash or the fact I didn’t have Don King  like bed head at breakfast – but either way, he noticed.

“Thanks babe, it’s part of the chocolate series,” I less-gray-fully stated.

“You ate a whole bunch of chocolate just to look like that?” inquired Dave’s oldest offspring, Jake.

Self, ignore the statement of Dave’s oldest offspring…

(Sometimes and in some moments – ownership needs to be shared…)

“No babe, chocolate is brown, and the hair color I use, is part of the chocolate series because it’s different shades of brown. Get it?”

“Ohhh….”

Which reminded me of a funny statement that seemed far too appropriate. My friend Jo put on her cell phone home page, “I could give up chocolate, but I’m not a quitter!”

Amen sister…both my hair and stomach say, “AMEN!”

“How many tickets you get Momma?” Cal inquired as he crunched his cinnamon raisin toast.

“How many tickets of what Cal?” I curtly shot back.

“How many tickets from da police theese weekend?”

The kid forgets to brush his teeth most days but the one deliriously long road trip last summer that resulted in my monetary donation to the South Carolina Judicial System, he remembers? Convenient.

“None,” I proudly reported.

“Then how we goin’ to da moovies?”

Lord, help me. Cause I need it. Grin

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