Page 101 of Fumble Into the End Zone
“I’m serious, but he than got on my nerves. How did Thanksgiving dinner turn out?” she asked.
“Mia and Harley held it down with your instructions, but nobody can cook your dressing but you,” I said.
“Speaking of Mia, I dreamed about three catfish,” she said.
“Granny, Mia hasn’t said anything to me.”
“We will see when I get back. Mia already booked my plane ticket. I love her,” she said, and I smiled.
“I know a ring better be somewhere,” she continued.
“I’m working on it. I miss you,” I said.
“You are my big baby. Don’t you tell Harley because she thinks she is my number one on the list,” she said, and we both laughed.
I made it home to find Mia and Harley in our bed, asleep. Harley, more than likely, didn’t want to go to school today because of an upset stomach. Lately, she has been attached to Mia more than usual. I kissed Mia’s cheek, and she never moved. I seized this opportunity to load laundry, shop for a few Christmas items, and study for the game against Chicago coming up this week. Propping my feet up on the coffee table, I scrolled to the Christmas list Mia created with Harley. At this time, my daughter had two lists, one for the Robinsons and one for us.
Mia said if we didn’t put her parents in a box, they would lose it. They loved my daughter and for the last three weeks, Mia and her parents have been playing tug a war. Harley shrugs because she preferred them both. The clothes Mrs. Robinson bought in three days while we were on vacation caused me to shake myhead. Harley said they shopped, stayed up late and had candy every day. All the things Mia told her mother not to do.
Shopping for Mia was my biggest challenge. She had everything, including a second house in San Diego and two additional cars at her parents’ house. Mia lived a life of luxury, but she preferred thoughtful things. I’d been racking my brain in search of something. The blanket I had made was already underneath this oversized ass tree she bought. I came home after the game, and I didn’t recognize the house. Christmas exploded in here, covering every surface with joy. She still hasn’t explained why we needed a Christmas tree in our bedroom. I found my text thread to Bryce.
Me
What’s Mindy’s contact?
I opened the video package in Chicago to study the corners and safety. They were ranked last in defense, but at any given football game, a team will surprise you. Mid way through the video package, Bryce texted back.
Bryce
Christmas shopping?
Me
She got everything, man.
Bryce
I hired her two weeks ago for Kindness and my mother.
In my opinion, Kindness should have been easy to buy for. I would have bought her a plot of land and a new camera lens. Mindy’s number hit the thread, and I sent her over a text message.
Me
What are you getting the o-line
Bryce
Personalized golf carts.
Me
Their big asses can fit in golf carts?
Bryce
Easy on my line.
“Baby, when did you get in?” Mia asked after she kissed my cheek.
