I think I need to go to Church more often.
The bishop’s wife came through Drive Thru today, and I said hello in such a way that would indicate that I knew her.
Nope. Nothing. Not even a spark of recognition.
Maybe I am inactive.
Or maybe not.
File under: All of the pleasure, none of the sin
I have discovered the nector of the Gods. Or gods, in any case.
Simply Limeade is simply delish.
And it tastes just like a Tom Collins.
Surely the Lord doth provide a way for every commandment he gives.
I can feel like a lush without any of the nasty after effects, e.g., going to Hell.