Thanks,
AnnMarie
[Rats, I thought we were having a fatted lamb. Isn't that the tradition. Oh, wait, that was for Jewish boys. We will be there with bells on (quiet ones so as to not disturb the setting.) Mom]
I just can't do a fatted lamb. Maybe it comes from singing "Mary Had a Little Lamb" growing up. I prefer fatted pigs. Perhaps because there aren't any clever songs about them that make kids want to have one and take it to school. The closest is "To market, to market to buy a fat pig." But it is very clear that the pig is going to be eaten, as in "the pig was eat, and Tom was beat, and Tom went crying down the street." Not very many happy thoughts with pigs.
I left the rest of you off of the original email invitation knowing that you would not be in the position to come this Sunday to Kyle's ordination. But if you happen to blow this way, there is enough turkey for all.
AnnMarie
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