The Marguerite Chronicles: September 29, 2016 

Mama looks over at me from her recliner and smiles.  “I’ll tell you something funny on me…you’ll get a laugh.” (This is the first conversation she has initiated in quite a while. She usually responds, but doesn’t start off on her own, so I am thrilled.)

“This morning, I discovered that I didn’t have my teeth. So I looked all over, and guess where I found ’em?”

“They were in my shoes!!”