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So there’s this problem I have.  It’s a recurring struggle that visits every Summer.  My infatuation with the Chick-Fil-A Peach Shake.  I don’t even want to know the calorie count.  All I know … it’s a taste of heaven on earth.

Like his youngest son (me), my Dad is a man who appreciates something like a good shake.  So I’ve been telling him for quite a while that he had to experience this.  In our hometown of McRae, GA there is no Chick-Fil-A anywhere around.

Mom and Dad are on vacation in FL this week, so I kicked off this “texting” exchange with my Dad.  Thought you’d enjoy it, too:

Me:  Have u found a chickfila yet to get a peach shake?

Dad:  Oh yes!  It was awesome!  Good thing a Chic Fila isn’t close to McRae.

Me:  I’m in the drive thru now.

Dad:  Hate to remind you, but remember Romans 12:1.

Me:  Nothing renews me better!

Dad:  That’s verse 2.  Verse 1 exhorts us to submit our bodies as a living sacrifice, holy & acceptable …

Me:  That’s not in my Bible. 

Dad:  Think I’ll tear that page out of mine. Too late, though.  I’ve already messed up on that one this week.

Me:  Well, as Adam said, “its that woman you gave me” – Joy gave me a Chick-Fil-A gift card in a shake cup for Father’s Day.

Dad:  I like that reasoning.

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So there you have it.  It was Joy’s fault.