I’m a tad jelly.
My sweet PawPal Miss Mysty got to go to church with her Mom Mary.
My Mom never takes me to church.
I know she’d need more than a purse to get me in but I’d happily squeeze into a suitcase if needed.
Seems they heard a story about Saint Francis and how through negotiations he was able to get a man eating wolf in his village to make peace with the peeps.
All the wolf needed was a daily supply of good Italian cuisine and quick as you could say Tutti Fruiti he was gentle as a lamb.
Now that is really smart.
I’m praying the discussion on the future of Gaza yield equally satisfying outcomes.
Blessing#2552-Delicate Deals
Booming Banter 