With sincere apologies to Dr. Seuss.
Saturday is our ward Christmas party and what, oh what, do you think is the main dish on the menu?
Steak?
Nope, try again.
Chicken?
Wrong, yet again.
Pork?
You’re getting warmer…
With sincere apologies to Dr. Seuss.
Saturday is our ward Christmas party and what, oh what, do you think is the main dish on the menu?
Steak?
Nope, try again.
Chicken?
Wrong, yet again.
Pork?
You’re getting warmer…
I’d be interested in some scholarly input on this article on a Catholic blog. Interesting to note that April 6 is mentioned as an important date.
Taken somewhat out of context, but it’s too good to pass up:
Sometimes, reading Tolkien, I am reminded of the Book of Mormon.
—Harold Bloom on The Lord of the Rings.
Discuss.
NOTE: This was written on 30 November, but M* was sick, so it wasn’t posted then. Thus, when you read “today” it is referring to 30 November.
I returned home from my mission (in Chicago) 10 years ago today. Ten years ago! I’m old! I was ready and eager to come home. I was looking forward to sleeping in (though I now consider 6:30 to be sleeping in), no longer wearing a dress, and no longer talking to people. After a year and a half of being social and outgoing, I was really ready to be alone.
I have no idea what outer darkness would be like, but this seems about as good a description as any.