I oh so wanted to make it up this weekend, but I couldn't figure out how to make it happen. Of course if it means that that that angel thing Mary keeps threatening me with lives in Maine a little longer ...
(Note to self send Jed a thank you note for refusing to take it along. Luckily none of them know where my folks live in the town he was headed to. My mom would have just loved handing it over to me.)

Tinker

Mary perhaps the angel is meant to keep your new Headless Jesus company in the garden. (yours)