Smiley Sunday Quotes

We drove in a kind of wholesome silence, carrying our whole long marriage, all the hope and kindness that it represented, with us. What it felt like was sitting in Sunday school singing "Jesus loves me," sitting in the little chairs, surrounded by sunlight and bright drawings, and having those first inklings of doubt, except that doubt presents itself simply as added knowledge, something new, for the moment, to set beside what is already known.

His mother felt that the Sundays may have been a very unfortunate family, and that certainly life was harder in those days during and after the War Between the States, and you had to make your way as best you could, God knew, and Mary Jane Sunday, who had been a Corey, had done the best she could,

With the heady scent of yeast in the air, it quickly becomes clear that Langer's hasn't changed at all. The black-and-white-checked linoleum floor, the tin ceiling, the heavy brass cash register, all still here. The curved-front glass cases with their wood counter, filled with the same offerings: the butter cookies of various shapes and toppings, four kinds of rugelach, mandel bread, black-and-white cookies, and brilliant-yellow smiley face cookies. Cupcakes, chocolate or vanilla, with either chocolate or vanilla frosting piled on thick. Brownies, with or without nuts. Cheesecake squares. Coconut macaroons. Four kinds of Danish. The foil loaf pans of the bread pudding made from the day-old challahs. And on the glass shelves behind the counter, the breads. Challahs, round with raisins and braided either plain or with sesame. Rye, with and without caraway seeds. Onion kuchen, sort of strange almost-pizza-like bread that my dad loves, and the smaller, puffier onion rolls that I prefer. Cloverleaf rolls. Babkas. The wood-topped cafe tables with their white chairs, still filled with the little gossipy ladies from the neighborhood, who come in for their mandel bread and rugelach, for their Friday challah and Sunday babka, and take a moment to share a Danish or apple dumpling and brag about grandchildren.

She’s wrapped around the axle.” “Sorry,” said Heather. “I’m not up on all your homespun expressions yet. What exactly does that mean?” “Wrapped around the axle? It means she’s upset nine ways to Sunday, tied up in knots, beside herself with worry, and like a calf seeing a new gate. She’s not quite to the point of squealing like a stuck pig, but she’s sure got her knickers in a knot.

Heather. “I’m not up on all your homespun expressions yet. What exactly does that mean?” “Wrapped around the axle? It means she’s upset nine ways to Sunday, tied up in knots, beside herself with worry, and like a calf seeing a new gate. She’s not quite to the point of squealing like a stuck pig, but she’s sure got her knickers in a

An old married couple is in church one Sunday… The woman turns to her husband and says, “I’ve just let out a really long, silent fart. What should I do?” The husband turns to her and says, “Replace the battery in your hearing aid.