When I was in El Paso, I sometimes would drive down to the Valley, stop by a fast food establishment, go through the drive-thru and order two small milk shakes. I would drive through, pay and head on my merry way! Where was I going, you ask? I was heading to a "shake break".
A little something I made up. I would go to my mom's school, park illegally in the "Administrator's Parking", and mosey on over to the "li-berry". (as the little Mesican kids would say! *spelled incorrectly on purpose*)
My mom would be there with all the little chit-lans, she would acknowledge me and all the kids would turn around. "It's Ms Li-berry's daughter". I would sit back, wait for her to finish, then when the hustle and bustle had left the vicinity, we would sit in the kid-sized chairs and tables, slurping our shakes and gossiping as only mothers and daughters can.
So, this afternoon, on this Good Friday, I have a shake break for a party of one. Oh wait! I DO have a picture of Terry on my desk as well as a cricket figurine my Pappy gave me...does that mean it is a reservation for three?? HHMM....
Anyway...just me, my photo, my cricket and my quiet office.....*raises her shake*...
"CHEERS!"
*she smiles*
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