As a result of a conversation over at Ravelry about Grits, I decided to try them for myself.
So this was part of breakfast this morning...
Yum.
(Wait just a ding dang minute. This is what we are reduced to? Pictures of your royal behindness's breakfast?)
[Sound of grandfather clock ticking in the background....]
You have a point.
(You bet your tilde I do! You are grasping at straws around here lately. What's WRONG with you?)
Ummmm....
Well....
I don't want to talk about it.
(Fine. Shut your trap. Works for me.)
So this was part of breakfast this morning...
[album 65561 Apricot Grits.JPG]
Yum.
(Wait just a ding dang minute. This is what we are reduced to? Pictures of your royal behindness's breakfast?)
[Sound of grandfather clock ticking in the background....]
You have a point.
(You bet your tilde I do! You are grasping at straws around here lately. What's WRONG with you?)
Ummmm....
Well....
I don't want to talk about it.
(Fine. Shut your trap. Works for me.)
[album 65561 Little Miss Sunshine.JPG]
He is kinda a grouchy, grouchy punctuation.
I think he needs a cookie.
I think he needs a cookie.