So there I was at the Homewood Suites in Amarillo, Texas, eating Biscuits and Gravy from their Complimentary Breakfast Bar, when I made a life-alterating decision:
I'm going to spend the rest of my life learning how to make the perfect biscuit, covered in the perfect country gravy, handmade, from scratch.
Oh my Lord, it's good to finally have a goal in life.
It's not that the hotel's version of Biscuits and Gravy was all that terrible, but I was sitting at the table, looking up at this humongous reproduction of de Vinci's "Mona Lisa", and thought, "If Leonardo can paint the perfect picture, why can't I make the perfect Biscuits and Gravy?"
By the way, I can cross off my bucket list going to Paris and seeing the "Mona Lisa." I saw her in Amarillo, Texas, didn't have to wait in line, the painting was MUCH bigger than the original, and I didn't have to deal with security people or learn how to speak French.
And I could look at her while eating my Biscuits and Gravy.
Life is good.