Brunch with Mom
Got up this morning and walked over to P’s to buy some pottery for holiday gifts. Then mom came and she, J and I went to Chateau Cafe for breakfast. Mom was dressed in a slinky black dress with suede black boots and a green sweater – it was 10AM and 87 degrees outside. The waitress had cobalt blue contacts on that were wild looking and they said they didn’t have grits – which is odd since Robert’s is right behind them – how hard is it to go buy the grits and cook them?