I just fed Sam and Kieffer grits with sausage for breakfast... How I became the expert grit maker in the family, I do not know... My Mom was from South Carolina but I don't remember her eating grits... boiled peanuts by the bushel, or shucking oysters from a boat yes... grits no... I use to make them for Grampa all the time when he would visit but now I make them 4 days a week for Sam... Weird... I don't even LIKE grits... Although Gram Pam said I would love Cracker Barrel yellow grits but I have never been there...
So anyway, we are sitting here having breakfast and I say to Kieffer
"So Dad and are thinking of going to Vegas with you kids for our 25th and getting married again... at the 'little white chapel' with an Elvis impersonator. What do you think?"
Kieffer groans "Ewwwww no"
Sam said "What do you mean, it would be fun"
"Oh I get the whole Vegas thing... just not the Elvis impersonator"
I said "Oh... so who do you think would be better?"
[I was thinking he would say Frank Sinatra impersonator or Marilyn Monroe impersonator]
Kieffer says "Oh I don't know... how about a stripper... Vegas - stripper that goes together]
Note to self: Don't let Kieffer plan my 25th anniversary
Conversations with a dying man
7 years ago