Thursday, March 08, 2007
please don't let paul newman ever die
This is what I was expecting in my fridge, after an accidentally especially Newman's grocery outing last week. But it seems I've eaten all of them. Those little cookies hiding in the back-left? Yes, oh YES, the first to go, in a blaze of feeding frenzy glory. The mint ones are from God, who - by the way - is this guy:
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The title of this post reminds me of what I say to Scully all the time now:
"I love you, Scully. Don't ever die."
She makes a killer ranch dressing, btw.
Now there's a dressing with a kick.
St. Paul's Newman Center Parish celebrates the activity of the Holy Spirit in our midst. We hope to express this identity as we gather to hear the Word of God and eat the meal of Eucharist.
Are you trying to counter-confuse?
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