There was so much fried chicken at the church Mother’s Day banquet that I won’t be able to look at anything but salad for a week. Great fried chicken, by the way. The new priest did the smart thing and got catering. Usually, it’s the mothers who cook the whole thing and miss the sermon about the importance of mothers, which kind of defeats the purpose.
Has anything interesting happened in the world while we stuffed our faces and celebrated?
” men’s group always does lunch on Mothers’ day!”
Now we know why her priest doesn’t want Clarissa to have any contact with other churches….
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I never eat anything these kind people cook anyway because it’s carby enough to survive a winter in Siberia. But the catering company did do a moderately diabetic friendly meal, for which I am grateful.
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Yes, that is kind of the whole point of it 😀
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