Tuesday, March 4, 2008

juice

I've told on different occasions how sheltered I was. I just thought of an example to drive that home. Soon after Gordon and I married we had communion at church. When I drank "the wine" I was aghast that the juice had gone bad. I leaned over and whispered, "this juice has gone bad." Gordon leaned back and said, "it's wine."

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Anonymous Anonymous said...

One of Melodies memories in my 50 celebration was that I let her and Amy finish up the leftover juice cups - good thing it was welch's, Ay! Or it could have turned out a whole lot like the wedding you went to at the Catholic church,,:)

March 4, 2008 at 10:37 PM  

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