North Star United Methodist Church. It was always a deal to see who got into the car first…Blanche, or the mosquitos. It usually was not Blanche, but she was a pretty good mosquito sniper, yelling, “I got him”, each time she landed a kill.
When we walked into the sanctuary,
Katrina went out ahead of everyone, carrying forth the Light of Christ.
We had not been home too long when Blanche decided that she would treat us to lunch. So guess what? Out the door we went again…with Blanche hanging on for dear life.