Thought of the Day



Wednesday, 25 February 2009

Ashes to ashes

Oh for Pete's sake...you can dress me up but you can't take me anywhere. Went to Mass tonight, received my ashes, sat down. It was so cold in the church I kept my gloves on.

Later during the Consecration I alternated resting my folded hands on my forehead and my chin.

At the Sign of Peace my hubby started snickering at me. I had smeared the ashes from my forehead onto my gloves and then onto my chin. He said it looked like a beard.

Yeah, good way to start Lent - total humiliation!!!!!

Luckily I was wearing a scarf so I cleaned off the "beard." The people behind us were snickering too.

Never again. NO more gloves at Mass!

You can label this: this could only happen to me or the Carolina Cannonball.

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