As I walked down the road last evening, whistling along to myself, carrying a cup o' sugar, it occurred to me that this might be a touch odd.
Well, maybe not odd, but more like nostalgic Americana that everyone knows about but no one actually ever does. You know, the whole "borrow a cup of sugar from your neighbor" thing. Most folks will probably go with odd, but I'm sticking with the whole Americana vibe.
I was in the middle of baking cookies for Wesley's birthday and realized that I didn't have any brown sugar. Thank goodness for the grocery store just down the road known as Grandma Curry's. The woman lives by herself and never fails to have a completely stocked fridge ready and waiting to feed an army of 50 at any time.
As I was walking down the road, carrying my cup o' brown sugar, I also was thankful for another thing. Daily, for one reason or another, I am very glad that hardly anyone ever drives down our road.
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Just like mama said... If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all.