We’re in the middle of 50 Word Week on the blog.  The title and this paragraph don’t count.  Fifty words begin…now.

On Good Friday when I should have been observing the sacrifice of Jesus, I ate peanut butter on white bread and watched Days of Our Lives, (which for the record I never watch).  I felt pretty dumb, because it was a really stupid TV show.

But a really good sandwich.

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