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Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Brown Toast
We are headed to my parents house for a few days. Chuckles has been going on and on about brown toast. He keeps saying that Grandma makes the best brown toast. I really don't get it at first. Hey, I make good toast too. I have a toaster and I know how to use it. I finally figure out he means that Grandma makes the best French Toast. I don't hardly ever make French Toast. This just cracks me up. So hopefully, Grandma will make French Toast while we are there. Because in Chuckles world it is the "BEST".
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