Tuesday, March 31, 2015

Good Gravy

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?"

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