Conversation between me and kitanzi just now:
Me: Buffalo wings should have a crispy texture when you bite into them. Crispy skin, that is, no breading. Breaded wings are an abomination in the eyes of God.1
Her: I wasn’t aware God had an firm opinion on wings.
Me: God has an firm opinion on almost everything.
Her: Well, all sorts of people have an opinion about what God’s opinion of things is. That’s not the same thing.
Me: Ok, let me clarify. God – as I understand Him – has a very firm opinion on wings. And, when I say “God as I understand him”, what I mean is…..me.
Her: (offers high-five) Well, at least you’re honest.
I love my wife. We’re perfect for each other.
Trying to find buffalo wings in Seattle as good as my favourite place back in Atlanta is an ongoing quest. ↩
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