Family legend has it that I was once caught after dinner sitting in the middle of the table, drinking the gravy straight from the bowl.
Apparently we still have some theological truths to teach in this
home. Annie was belting out "Holy, Holy Holy" at the
grocery store earlier this week and has changed they lyrics. Today, I bring
you "Gravy, Gravy, Gravy."
As we say in the Wilson home, "Could it be genetic?"
Thoughts on Holy Week
8 months ago
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