Sunday Morning

Went to Church this morning.  Got home at 8:25 and they were ready to go.  Mom walked down the stairs through the garage to my Explorer.  WITH THE STICKS!!!!!   She then walked from the parking space (not a handicap one since I didn't bring it with me) up the stairs into the pew.  At communion, she took one  of the two, held onto Dad's arm and went to communion.  She then went back to the car.  Dad wanted to reward her, so to McDonalds we went.  They both ordered Suasage Biscuits with Eggs and we went home.  We got home and all she got was a biscuit with out sausage and eggs.  I was going to go back and argue, but mom said she would just put butter and jam.  I left at 11:45 because I had to get something at Ace for the afternoon and they were closed until 12:30.  Don't they know my work morning ends at noon?