"Yankee? Who the hell are you calling a Yankee?" she yelled.
"You, that’s who." He slammed down his coffee cup. " I am not eating cereal again for the third day in a row, Claudine."
"It’s too hot to cook!" she yelled back. "I’m not slaving over a hot stove because you are too cheap to buy an air conditioner."
"The deal was Claudine; you cook and clean in exchange for free room and board."
"You want eggs?" she asked. "I’ll fry you up some eggs!"
Claudine yanked open the refrigerator door and grabbed an egg then stomped outside.
Hell hath no fury like a woman scorched.....because...... if Momma ain't happy...ain't nobody happy! :)
Don't tick off the teacher, head on over to Jenny Matlock's bog (off on my tangent) and read this week's Saturday Centus. You can get there by clicking on this link: http://jennymatlock.blogspot.com/2011/07/saturday-centus-no-words-can-convey.html
Thanks for stopping by.~Ames