to hide the tequila.

We had to clear the land, plow the field, plant the crops, water and tend them to grow, then harvest them, prepare and cook them. Thanks for nothing, god.

That is the "grace" my mother used to say before dinner.

It always scared me and made me uneasy.

What did it mean? That we should STARVE in the future, so that
we would appreciate how good we have it tonight?

HATED that "grace"....

And I just wanna smack him. I made it, not Jesus!

Is that they don't include the phrase, "and bless the hands that made this meal", normally referring to the woman who cooked. Makes me wonder if this is now widespread. Can't dare give credit to a woman for anything now.

It's a biblical obligation as a wife, in addition to the requisite breeding and babysitting skills.

Just wondering when it changed.

It's far more rare than it once was. There's just something passively hateful about it, isn't there?

But since he goes to church every sunday, he's not the heathen, I am. Not that I ever want to get married again.

What person came into this world without a MOTHER present?

Idiots!