Hot Diggity!
Back at Ave K.Mads and I took this special topics Flannery O'Connor course. And it was great. And one day we had this idea to read one of the stories we were scheduled to discuss for the next class out loud with another one of our roommates, Meg, the Ginger. The story we read was hilarious. It was about this woman, Millie, who was something of a spinster (a plain woman in her 40's: never been married, never even had a boyfriend) and a bad writer. In fact, more often than not she actually didn't write anything, she just daydreamed herself into her stories. This particular story she dreamed up concerned a cow farmer, who owned just one cow, and lived in a hut of a house with a belligerent wife who cooked him lumpy grits. The poor, beaten man just sat there at the table, his big, sad, watery eyes soaking up the abuse his wife dished out into his bowl, his fiery red hair smothered, lank, and defeated from years of a loveless life -- and Millie can...
