Tuesday night, at the beginning of small group, we were all standing around the kitchen fixing our drinks. Someone commented on these new mugs that we got for Christmas from Mom & Dad, and I said I liked the green one (that I was using) best. I looked down and noticed that I was wearing a green shirt - then looked at Lori, using the purple mug - and wearing a purple shirt, and then at Byron, using the blue mug - and wearing a blue shirt.
The next morning, I was telling Madeline about the matching mugs and shirts while making myself a coffee - in the red mug - and yes, I was wearing a red shirt.
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Sounds like you are a well-matched small group.
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