rejoice, for it is ASS wednesday!
with every other filipino catholic in the corner of the town that i live in, i went to church this morning & got my ashes. i was entertained by the common filipino mispronunciation of the word "ash" throughout the service. we were told to respect the fact that from ASS we came and to ASS we will become again...ASSes to ASSes & some such like that there.
then mass ended and i had to drive home a bunch of old filipino women, because apparently my mother offered rides to all of her friends. (turn right...no wait, not here, the next street...oh, no, i meant left...)
this made me later than i expected, so not much goofing off could be done before work. i ran one errand and dragged myself into the office trying to take the least traveled walkways to get to my door.
i make a point of not meandering the hallways on ash wednesday so as not to draw attention to the charles manson-like black mark on my forehead. i don't mind so much having to explain what the smudge means, but i don't like it when i'm approached by someone who licks their finger with the intention of cleaning off my dirty face. (really, it happens more often than you'd think.)
so here i sit, craving prime rib, london broil, baby back ribs, and waiting for lunchtime to come to eat my poor little tuna omelet. after lunch, i'll stare longingly at the candy in my darth vader candy jar for dessert.
happy ASS wednesday, ya'll.
then mass ended and i had to drive home a bunch of old filipino women, because apparently my mother offered rides to all of her friends. (turn right...no wait, not here, the next street...oh, no, i meant left...)
this made me later than i expected, so not much goofing off could be done before work. i ran one errand and dragged myself into the office trying to take the least traveled walkways to get to my door.
i make a point of not meandering the hallways on ash wednesday so as not to draw attention to the charles manson-like black mark on my forehead. i don't mind so much having to explain what the smudge means, but i don't like it when i'm approached by someone who licks their finger with the intention of cleaning off my dirty face. (really, it happens more often than you'd think.)
so here i sit, craving prime rib, london broil, baby back ribs, and waiting for lunchtime to come to eat my poor little tuna omelet. after lunch, i'll stare longingly at the candy in my darth vader candy jar for dessert.
happy ASS wednesday, ya'll.
posted by rach at 11:32 am
2 Comments:
Ah yes, Smudgey-Forehead Wednesday... sometimes I really miss being a Catholic! :-)
Darth Vader can FEEL the HUNGER inside of you. GIVE IN TO THE DARK SIDE and know the TRUE POWER of the candy!
hack: conisdering i'm the person who had to consider giving up loitering outside the men's room for lent, i'm not exactly the holiest of rollers out there.
dave: i think one of my favorite catholic moments was in confirmation class & watching james earl jones play one of the wise men in the movie jesus of nazareth...i totally heard darth vader when he offered up the myrrh. good times.
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