Pickles by Brian Crane for August 01, 2018

Everything is indistinguishable from magic to the sufficiently ignorant.

Magically delicious.

No song? “Food, glorious foOOOOOOOod…”

Now, go put that suggestion in Gramma’s ear. I’d bet she’d think it’s a good idea.

Since we don’t have mail delivery, where I live, I’d starve to death waiting for meals to be delivered.

One of the joys of a committed relationship

Earl & Opal are at the age and stage that they’d be more likely to subscribe to Meals on Wheels, then Meals by Mail !