This Saturday morning stated like any other Saturday morning. Tom gets up before daylight and leaves the house to go golfing without me knowing. Anyway, when he came home he was carrying a little box. He said,"I have a treat for you." I looked in the box and found all these little bottles of mustard. There were about 63 of them. One of his golf buddies gave them to him.
I am excited that he brought these home. I love mustard like some women like chocolate. So now all of you know the whole story. I am weird. But I will be happy enjoying my mustard. Yum! Yum!