Nation’s II

Halloween 2009
While I was listening to the World Series, JT informs me she is hungry and must have chili fries. The butternut squash soup I made her for dinner just won’t suffice. Since she is 39-weeks pregnant, how can I refuse? I call in the order, drive down through the fog and past the trick-or-treaters, collect the fries and catch the end of the game on the radio just as I pull into the driveway with some fresh-hot fried-potato chili-cheesy goodness.