Just read that quote, emblazoned on a black T-shirt.
Not sure my goddess spins records, but she most certainly bakes apple cobbler and considers a life without cheese and butter u-d-d-erly pointless.
Religion isn't the point. Actually, I rarely think it is. What's much more interesting is how and why and when you believe.
Maybe it's heaven-inspired or related to the silly-looking guy in the red suit with horns.
The crux -- or crucible -- is that it's completely and delightfully personal.
For me, tonight's Paradise will definitely include a very specific bottle of Whitehall Lane cabernet. Find yours. Immediately. It's Friday.
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