Blueberry Pancake Adventures

One big problem I have is dropping food on my shirts. In a lot of old movies the men, the older ones anyway, stick their napkin in the neck front of their shirts and I can see why. Dorothy says I should just learn how to move the morsel from the plate to my mouth and nowhere else. Easier said than done. We stayed at a bed and breakfast last night and this morning we were served delicious blueberry pancakes. They were filled with big, juicy berries and one of them popped and sent blue juice flying. A little found its way to the tablecloth, a lot to the front of my shirt. I mean like some magnetic force was controlling it. I got one of those little Tide sticks but it didn't work. So I changed shirts. We had fried oysters and shrimp and something from that meal got caught up in the attraction field of my upper body and left a little grease on my shirt. I am thinking of buying me an eating suit that I can wear at mealtime and throw directly in the washing machine. Maybe I'll get twenty-one of those suits so I can wash just once a week.

Tales of Harper, short stories and poems about the fictional town of Harper, Mississippi is available on Amazon Kindle