Yes, I know the date above this post says "Monday," but trust me, it still feels like Sunday since I am typing this at just after midnight. Advent always goes so fast, and it's at about this point in the season that I think, "Boy, I wish I'd thought to....." with about four different things I'd have liked to read or pray or whatever. Instead, I started this last week of the first liturgical season of the year with a desire to inflict physical harm on five fellow parishioners.
I hope to use this last week a little more effectively, such as in keeping myself away from all objects at Mass that might allow me to bludgeon someone from behind. Please hide the hymnals from me.
SURVIVOR! 42 years! #SisterhoodoftheTravelingPinkSweater - [image: photo DCE66A95-A69B-406C-A811-97D584B6979A_zpsuhhubjtt.jpg] This is my friend Mary. Mary is a 42-year survivor of breast cancer. That, of course, is...
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