She worked with Bubba at the fuel center and made him deviled eggs like I do. She brought them in this plastic thingy with a loose lid and I inherited that when she died because Bubba still had it from Thanksgiving. I hear she had a massive heart attack last year around this time while wrapping gifts with her sister. Boom. She was gone, and that is how I got the egg tray. Bubba had it from a Thanksgiving delivery. It has been filled and refilled several times since then.
The storm he is a blowing in rapidly. There was an odd quiet before the wind got up and the snow started. Slush first. I can feel it coming through the cracks in the logs and around the windows. Electricity just blinked so let us pray.
Merry and bright here ^j^
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