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todayiamadaisyI'm not much of a napper, myself. I have enough trouble getting to sleep at night without confusing my body clock completely.
Midnight Mass last night ended my run of bishops; just the boring old parish priest and his assistant, Father Jazz Hands (who turns out to be only Deacon Jazz Hands). Two rows and directly in front of me sat a woman with the most awesome femullet I've ever seen. It was a Christmas miracle! I didn't know they still existed in the wild and I couldn't keep my eyes off it.
In the row immediately in front of me was a young-ish couple in matching leather jackets. He was fine, although clearly (and disturbingly accurately) modelling his look on Vin Diesel; she was irritating, draping herself all over him and whispering and giggling all through the service. And then she had the effrontery to look outraged when Deacon Jazz Hands gave the sermon and said, "I'm sure we're all going to eat a hell of a lot later today!" Honestly. You can either talk in church or you can be sanctimonious, but you can't do both.
Deacon Jazz Hands finished the mass by putting on a Santa hat and saying in a Tiny Tim voice, "God bless us, every one!" The priest said, "He's mad - I just never know what he'll do next!" Christmas dinner at the presbytery was probably a riot.
And now I'm going to have some pudding, admire the photos in the Earth from the Air book I gave my mother and do a sudoku from my new giant sudoku book.
Midnight Mass last night ended my run of bishops; just the boring old parish priest and his assistant, Father Jazz Hands (who turns out to be only Deacon Jazz Hands). Two rows and directly in front of me sat a woman with the most awesome femullet I've ever seen. It was a Christmas miracle! I didn't know they still existed in the wild and I couldn't keep my eyes off it.
In the row immediately in front of me was a young-ish couple in matching leather jackets. He was fine, although clearly (and disturbingly accurately) modelling his look on Vin Diesel; she was irritating, draping herself all over him and whispering and giggling all through the service. And then she had the effrontery to look outraged when Deacon Jazz Hands gave the sermon and said, "I'm sure we're all going to eat a hell of a lot later today!" Honestly. You can either talk in church or you can be sanctimonious, but you can't do both.
Deacon Jazz Hands finished the mass by putting on a Santa hat and saying in a Tiny Tim voice, "God bless us, every one!" The priest said, "He's mad - I just never know what he'll do next!" Christmas dinner at the presbytery was probably a riot.
And now I'm going to have some pudding, admire the photos in the Earth from the Air book I gave my mother and do a sudoku from my new giant sudoku book.
