Sunday Morning Coming Down

Sunday is just another day for me and sweetthing now…but it was not always like that.
Back years ago when I was on active duty sweetthing always worked outside the home..and did double duty working inside the home taking care of me and three hellions. Most Sundays were OUR day. The day that both of us were off work and a day we tried to spend together. Later when the brats were teenagers and could look after themselves we used to go for brunch at a favorite eatin’ place in North Tampa..a joint called Pop and Sons. It wasn’t much..just a diner with good food at a reasonable price but I sure enjoyed the ‘biscits’ and gravy and a couple of cackleberries over easy and a chance to spend a little time with sweetthing.
Now I get to spend all my time with sweetthing..and I wouldn’t have it any other way. We n longer go out for a Sunday brunch..hell, we no longer go much of anyplace and it is damn seldom that we eat ‘out’ anywhere anymore. Sweetthing doesn’t like to eat anywhere except the Pizza Hut and pizza is hard on my blood sugar and makes me fart. So we compromise and eat at home..usually something that makes me fart.
I do enjoy Sundays nowadays though..but then I enjoy everyday that I wake up above ground. Sunday is always a day to look forward to if for nothing else than the Comics in the Sunday paper. Speaking of the Sunday funnies…they just ain’t what they used to be, ya know? It used to be that the comic writers spent a little extra time for the Sunday funnies and the strip would have maybe ten or eleven boxes instead of the three or four in the daily strips. Now they have the three or four boxes but just make them bigger. And while I am on this subject, the funnies used to be called the funnies because they were funny. Now most of the funnies are not only not funny..they belong on the commentary page as political cartoons…
But I do like the Sunday Paper sport’s page. The local rags always have some commentary from a local fishing guide about how good the fishing is in the area..which is total bullshit..hey..if I was guiding and the paper asked me about the fishing damn right it is OUTSTANDING!
I promised sweetthing that I would do another Sunday school with GUYK today so I reckon I had better get started on it. I’ll post it later..maybe just before the ballgame. Y’all come, heah?











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