When I rolled into the apartment office early on Tuesday morning, the lights weren’t working. Bit of a problem. I did get some matters attended to, but I left a bunch of stuff undone. Pesky problem with the breaker. City assured me the account was current.
When Central Texas was colonized, coincidentally, a Uranus in Aquarius and Uranus in Pisces time, there was a portion of the population that came in from Germany and Czechoslovakia, bringing their cuisine with them. Over the years, this has evolved with time. West and Ellinger, Texas, both sport gas stations with the just about the best “kolaches” anywhere. Can’t say for sure, but I’m thinking that not too many Central/Eastern European town incorporate jalapeños in their Sausage wrapped in a biscuit dish.
Picked some up on the way to Houston. Delicious.
Then, in the parking lot at the Woodlands, I wrapped a trusty tablecloth around me, to look like skirt.
As another SUV, pulled in, the driver rolled down her window, “Hey! You win!”
Guess I look good in a skirt.
