soup fingers

Had a phenomenal morning filling meal bags for Haiti. We had quite a rythm going at our table. So’s I guess all that factory work paid off afterall. A couple of kiddos were helping at my table putting vitamin tabs into the bags and I noticed one of them kept smelling her fingers. When she saw me looking she gave me a sheepish grin and said she liked the smell of soup fingers. So here goes my head right, stories pumping through a mile a minute. But by the time I got home I couldn’t think of a single idea that I was thinking of earlier. But I got the title I’m just going to have to let it ferment a while for the stories to come back. Knowing me it will be at the next worse possible moment. On my way to stock up on those handy little notebooks.


About roundtuit

I live in a bedroom town outside of Madison Wi when I say bedroom I don't mean sleep though we are booming. I raised eight kids, one overly dramatic weiner-dog two lop eared rabbits and a few irritating goldfish along the way. I've been married to my husband Mark for over thirty one years View all posts by roundtuit

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