Olga (dat be mah lil' petite flower, her) had herself a conniption fit this morning when I plated her up some fried grits ... so I hadda haul off and remake her breakfast wit some taters instead. Jeez, the thangs I do fer dat girl...Addendum: lesson I learnt this morning ... when Olga goes to railin' a blue streak, don't argue with her ~ just set a piece of pie in front of her. Badda boom, problem solved.
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