Junior Devil and I were separated at birth. I mean, who else would call me at 7am to go get biscuits? Junior, I am so glad you are in my life. Look at this dismal picture of the pier this morning. No surf lessons, and I don't have to be to work until 2pm (as the new bakery chef, no less, at the Hot Shot bakery). You'd think there would at least be a little surf. Oh, no! There will not be waves until you have something you absolutely HAVE to do. The irony of life itself. So, off we go to Cracker Barrel!
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