Breakfast
How do you want your eggs he says
while turning the hash browns he has
added cut up turkey sausage to?
I reply, any way you want to fix it,
I only want one. He insists I choose,
so I say, okay 'over easy' then.
The egg sticks to his too hot skillet
and becomes broken and then begins
to resemble scrambled.
I try not to laugh and reassure,
it doesn’t matter at all.
After a heavy slathering of mustard
I dine like a pajamaed queen!
© 2014 Connie Marcum Wong
Note:
Just a quick note to let everyone know that my
Husband had an angiogram and his arteries are
not blocked so the doctors feel heart surgery
is too risky to remove his aneurysm so he will
just live with it and we hope it doesn’t grow
larger. Thank you all for your prayers. We are both
relieved that he won’t be having heart surgery.
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