Sundays

Good Sunday Morning to ya'll.
We've already had a breakfast of french toast. Vanessa is off to work. Her boss is going to get fussed at by his mother-in-law because Vanessa can't have Sunday dinner with her granny today! Vanessa works at a local grocery store managed by her Uncle Bradley. Granny is going to fuss because Vanessa had to pull a shift today. Bradley is very good about not favoring V, and she works very hard for him. BUT Granny doesn't seem to think she should have to miss Sunday dinner.
(A bit of southern vocabulary - ya'll is the plural you, rhyming with ball; dinner is the midday meal, supper is the evening meal, children eat lunch at school)
David raced last night. He was top 5 in the feature with 14 cars in his class. He was able to drive the car on the trailer, and nothing was destroyed. All in all, it was a good night for us. We put Brayden's name on the car. David refused to allow me to even order it until Brayden got here safe and sound. Our graphics man, Michael James of Apple Signs, didn't charge us. He said first grandbabies were on the house.

Martha