Greetings,
The young man from Mississippi was just 14 years old - and he always loved Saturday morning. It meant several things. Firstly, it meant that there was no need to awake early for school. No. The young man from Mississippi would awake to a much different schedule.
8:00 am. First request from Mother that he get up.
8:14 am. Follow-up request from Mother that he get up.
8:29 am. Final request (and really, we all knew this was the only real wake-up call)
8:34 am. Breakfast. Scrambled eggs. Bacon. Coffee (with lots of cream and sugar)
8:48 am. Breakfast finished.
8:50 am. Bathroom visit.
8:54 am. Second cup of coffee (again, with lots of cream and sugar)
8:55 am. Meet Mother back in the den.
8:56 am. Turn on Television.
8:57 am. Settle into the loveseat. Gather pillows and a light-weight blanket.
8:58 am. Build nest from the aforementioned pillows and blanket.
8:59 am. Get comfortable.
9:00 am. CNN.
God I loved this show. And that it meant spending time with my Mom watching Elsa. Magically bringing style and fashion from around the globe into our little den in rural Mississippi.
Does anyone else remember watching this every week? Is it just me?
Cheers,
Scot
