- Remember the health insurance episode of The Office when Dwight asks who in the office has “hot dog fingers”? I think I have a case. I just will never be able to do any more texting than tapping slowly with one sausage-y digit. I had more than a few gaffs today - but only one misdirected email. And nothing as egregious as the time I thought I was texting Fran and almost (a very thankful ‘almost!’) texted our pastor early on a Saturday morning, when he was recovering from a bad virus, to ask “Wanna go to Target with me?” Those texts to Fran are dangerous, since starting with f - r also pulls up an array of priests all politely listed in my phone beginning with “Fr.” [There was also the one I caught right before I sent one of the priests at my parish, “Would you mind throwing my pink comforter in the wash if you have the time?”] Maybe I should just reclassify Franny as Miss Fran or something safer.
- I like civilized family dinners around the dining room table. But I’m enjoying a guilty pleasure - eating in my room watching Bones while everyone else is having a football dinner in the family room. Sitting there pretending to enjoy football was something that young, single Ellyn did. I’m older, married and my loathing for football is not a secret. Chairs are at a premium; party poopers need not attend.
- I wrote a little something about St. Therese and Edith Piaf And used a picture from my room that didn’t include a tiny violin. Even remembered to dust before taking the picture!
- There have been some car break-ins in our parking lot at work. But nobody thought to steal the Pachinko game in the back of my not exactly well locked car. Where is the justice? I managed to set off the alarm getting in and the door wasn't even locked. I didn't even know the car had a working alarm - what humiliation.
- I love Jesus and I’m quite fond of gnomes. The twain should never meet.
|Just when I think special interest nativities couldn't get any worse....|
- And while we’re on the subject of gnomes, I came across this piece by Fr. George Rutler. St. Francis of Assisi was Not a Garden Gnome. I wonder what he would say about Gnome Baby Jesus.