I pulled the biscuits out of the oven – making sure to use one of the pot holders – and checked the gravy. Almost done. I turned the bacon and then another pancake, before scooping the scrambled eggs into a bowl. "Have a seat. Do you want OJ or milk
I'm still hung up on the whole gravy thing . . . for breakfast?
She shook her head. "Powdered sugar if we have any." She pointed to the cabinet. "It would be in there."
I pulled a bag out and handed it to her. "That's a new one."
She shrugged. "It was my mom's thing. It stuck."
Ah yes that is yummy. Lemon juice added to surprsingly good too.
"Haul wood?"
"What?"
"Loser brings more wood in."
"Deal."
LOL. I'm worried that Clark isn't going to deal with the Lana situation effectively.
