At least once a month The Gracious Mistress of the Parsonage, wife Martha, and daughter will spend a day visiting thrift stores in our community. I’m not sure, so don’t quote me, but I think there’s a 100-mile radius where they do their shopping.
This past week was one of those days. As she was backing out of the driveway, I watched her and smiled as I waved goodbye. As she was going, something was bothering me, and I just couldn’t figure out what it was.
I had to go to the grocery store to pick up a few things for us. Walking past the bakery store, it suddenly came to mind what was bothering me. What it was, was a cookie.
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