Even though her birthday was yesterday (the number is a prime number I am told not to share, one of minimal importance as birthdays go), Mary Ann annexes days before and after her personal day. During this novena, she expects special cooperation from all the lower life forms in our family (and I am not talking about the dogs).
She didn't make the home-cooked dinner she had in mind for yesterday, so she would do it today. As always, she winged everything. This wasn't made with wings, but some sort of meatballs or hamburgers (hard to tell) baked in the oven with a brown gravy thrown off by the meat, onions, carrots, and a few other things. It was served over one of MA's specialties, Mushy Rice. She loved it, and that's all we care about.
The Saints won by a wide margin as the team's gift to my wife. I didn't catch much of it, but I understand it represented the happier side of inconsistency.
Written by Tom Fitzmorris December 08, 2013 17:30 in
