Exodus 20:7, Let the Shit Hit the Fan


Let me warn you, this blog will not satiate your need for love, cute bunnies or fairies. If you’re going to act offended, run away. Fight or flight? Flight! This one is a doozy.

Shit meet Fan.

In a previous post in which I talk about the excellent time Tina and I had in North Carolina visiting my family for a couple days, I brought up a sore subject about grandchildren getting an inordinate amount of attention.

Boy did shit hit the fan.

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