It’s after 11pm on a Saturday night and my Mom just caught me in the kitchen not only making gravy but singing to it.

(My Gravy Song is R Kelly-ish R & B with a touch of New Jack Swing…basically take any 90s hit and replace booty with gravy).

She walked out the kitchen sighing…so I couldn’t catch which sigh:
the one where she knows she screwed up raising me but can’t figure out the exact moment or the sigh that I’m destined to die alone my Gravy Song cockblocked her opportunity to have grandkids.

Soon as she left I did the robot: ooooo that smooth gravy…

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