Jesus had died. Everyone saw him carrying his own cross. He was hung. Precautions were taken to make sure he had breathed his last. His body was entombed. There was mourning and grief. AND THEN. He came back! He was alive!
And no one understood what in the world was happening.
Usually stuff like this is regional, but most Mississippians I know call it something different, as evidenced in the replies.
I call it a gashouse egg, which I don’t think anyone has mentioned yet.
@CarlosNorrisTX@ayewolfe @GBolognaCL @lramseth I think there’s plenty of blame to go around. Enough for everyone to get their fair share. Can’t wait to see where the buck stops! Of course I have my suspicions.
Last week, I published a story about two Brett Favre pet projects: a concussion research firm, which allegedly received stolen welfare money from a nonprofit, and the new volleyball court at his alma mater, paid for by the same nonprofit. Then I found this email calendar invite:
The Library: a thread
I’m at the library this morning with my son and I absolutely love it here. I used to love it because BOOKS. But the older I get the more I appreciate the children racing around and the elderly on the computers.
We also like to announce that Smoke Bitten, the 12th book in the Mercy Thompson book has a release date for March 10th! And there is a blurb!
Mercy Thompson, car mechanic and shapeshifter, faces a threat unlike any… https://t.co/efXkP0KVoK
"But I finally understood that it was these girls — these brave, beautiful girls — who were taking the bigger gamble. Risking further pain and fresh abandonment by starting over with us." Empty Nests Are Overrated | NYT https://t.co/65zNsYeWb6 #fostercare#adoption H/T @adoptex
I never saw it coming, and I’m rarely surprised by twists and turns in a story. Blended is a fantastic piece of storytelling! @sharonmdraper I want to be Izzy when I grow up.