I just walked into the house after walking the dog and my mom says to me, in the same cheerful voice she uses to send me to go pick up the groceries, "I need you to recrucify Jesus."
Turned out one of the wall crucifixes lost a nail and the J man was getting himself off the cross but that is a hell of an instruction to come home to.
So now I gotta like... cruci fix this.
The other nail fell out when I moved the cross and things got a little cruci flipped.
















