It's Saturday morning, which can only mean one thing. It is my parental duty to make pancakes and eggs. F$^*! Can I just go to McDonalds? They're so much better than mine anyway. No. A absolutely must have my slightly rubbery Aunt Jemima's or it wouldn't be Saturday. Okay, so damn, that's not true either. A loves McDonald's and so does mommy. But in what can only be termed a herculean effort to stick with what could only loosely be termed a family tradition--and to save money--I will commence with Saturday breakfast as regularly scheduled.
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