The first thing I thought about when I woke was a story from last night.
At happy hour last night I randomly spouted,
"Hey you guys, what ever happened to Bree Walker?"
This prompted a friend to tell a childhood story about his Aunt Wanda.
It was a great laugher... As follows:
One summer when I was a kid I went to Kentucky to visit family.
Well, my Aunt Wanda had deformed hands like Bree Walker.
This one time Aunt Wanda made some really huge biscuits.
I was used to regular-sized ones and being 8 I was confused.
So I asked her, "Hey Aunt Wanda, why are your biscuits so big?"
She replied in her thick southern drawl, "Cuz my hands is fucked up."