What’s a Buuder?

When Terri entered the house from the garage, her voice rang with a cheerful, “Hi Booter!” as Rice greeted her at the door. I shook my head. “Booter? What’s a Buuder?” I had waited anxiously for the Whataburger breakfast she had picked up on the way home from the store. For a brief moment, myContinue reading “What’s a Buuder?”