Sunday's best

customarily entails flippantly fun frocks and spiffy shoes,or, for some, no shoes at all.You might gratify the hankering that we've some hippie organic folks in the church family, for sure. Or, I could just broadcast the nitty gritty truth that 'tis possible for one to be in enough of a flurry to jet out of the door that it slips the mind to slip on some footwear. A recommended feat if you're attempting to rivet all eyeballs to your attention, nonetheless.