New Socks and Fried Taters

Two of my favorite things in the whole wide world. Nothing could be better to this old country girl. My idea of a perfectly euphoric day; New socks neath my table and fried taters on my plate. If I had the means, I'd buy new socks each day, and with shear delight, I'd give yesterday's away. No need for gifts of gold wrapped in a fancy box. Just slather my two feet in soft, plush socks. Some swoon over chandeliers to adorn their apartments. I drool in a cold sweat, searching the sock department. Give me fried taters; a lot, not just a little; crispy on the outside and tender in the middle. To get me "in the mood", don't bother with pricy wines. A skillet full of fried tater, for me will do just fine. Breakfast, lunch and supper, or a midnight snack for later. This explaines my childhood nic name.. No secret, it was Tater!