Pickles & Dimes

I think I’ve discovered where my early morning grouchiness comes from. Yesterday, my mother told me a previously undisclosed story about how she was so grouchy as a child in the mornings that her mother would lay out a trail of raisins on the kitchen table. My mom would groggily work her way down the line, munching on the raisins while gradually waking up and when she had finished the last raisin, that was the family’s cue that she was awake enough to have a conversation without biting anyone’s head off.

I think I need a trail of raisins to eat in the morning.