Dear 8lb, 9oz, tiny absentee manager in the manger, Little leader, we’re coming to you today with a different sorta prayer. While of course our eyes are always set on the W, we need a little TLC for our boys this week, Jesus. It’s been three weeks of straight whoopins, the last one only slightly… Read more »
Dear 8lb, 9oz precious little Dawg-lovin’ savior, Happy Sunday, Jesus! I can’t believe we’re chattin’ on a Sunday. Been a while, I reckon. I sure do like this switch up, baby lord. Brunch and college football at the same time? WHAT A WORLD! Well, Jesus, we Georgia fans are coming to you a little more… Read more »
Don’t you wish your dog could get beer for you? It’s football season, which means most of us Southerners are glued to the television if we’re not tailgating the actual event. Personally, I’m guilty of wishing my pups were a little bit bigger, and trained better, to bring me things. I can’t even get my… Read more »
Have you ever thought of taking your own life? It happened to me. It could happen to you. Hush hush, we are in the South and aren’t supposed to talk about this sort of thing at all. Postpartum depression (PPD) grabs the life you once had and rips it apart, even though you’re supposed to… Read more »
Dear 8lb, 9oz, SEC-EAST lovin’ little baby Jesus in the manger, Wowee, Jesus! Welcome to Athens! What a beautiful and blessed day this is! Baby lord, if you don’t mind, we’re just gonna skip right on over what happened last week, assume it was part of your tiny all-knowing plan, and hope you’ll go… Read more »
Dear 8lb, 9oz smallest baby Jesus, wearin’ the tiniest little silver britches, Happy Game Day to you, Lord! A quick moment of thanks for that messy W last week and another request for a little less strain on the old tickers this one. WOO-EE, Jesus, ya scared us! Today our #blessed boys in red… Read more »