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our Sunday best.

Posted By on July 24, 2016 in Loved Ones, there are pictures here, Thoughts and Feelings | 0 comments

It being the first Sunday in a long time that I am not working, we got up and headed to church. I put on a dress and everything. “The service just ended,” said a kind and well dressed lady as we walked up to the church. 

“Oh…” TJ answered, “I thought the website said 10:45…?”

“It does! That’s for winter–we’re on summer hours now; everyone wants to get in and out early so they can head to the beach!” 

*which totally makes sense; maybe just update the website for people who don’t automatically assume everything starts an hour and fifteen minutes earlier because it’s summer

**or maybe I need to be someone who automatically assumes everything starts an hour and fifteen minutes early because it’s summer

So we went to brunch instead. We talked about what we want to eat, and once that was decided, we talked about what we want to do. Like in life. We also drank tea. We do it most Sundays and it’s awesome because it comes out piping hot. So first you have to practice patience while you wait for it to cool enough to even begin to drink it, and then you have to sip it slowly because, though it’s finally palatable, it’s still hot. So you gotta take your time. Look at each other and talk and slowly drink something. Together. It’s a nice change from the northeast hustle we all know by heart these days. 

Anyway, happy Sunday, folks. Hope you were one of the smart ones who knew to show up an hour and fifteen minutes early to wherever it is you went. 

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