Last week, my mothers- in- law gave me a gravy boat for a late birthday present. (Three gravy boats, actually. Long story.)
This morning, Ingrid and I went out for breakfast, and brought home the leftover biscuits that we didn't eat.
And this afternoon, when I got home from breakfast, I found a religious tract that had been slipped under our door.
Jesus H. Christ with biscuits and gravy.