Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Daddy always said he'd buy Momma a Mercedes. But he never said it'd run. Sometimes she just comes out of that kitchen, wipes her hands on her apron, and sits there holding the wheel- pretending to drive. But I don't think she's pretending to drive. I think she's sittin' there thinkin' and dreamin'. Sometimes on those nights we get shortcakes.