My husband is the master of misplacing things. I have my moments, but he’s an expert, and rather than embracing it he usually flies into a rage when Important Thing X goes missing. Now, some years ago, he did some freelance work that we had to have the check recut for because it went missing. In fact, it was so missing that I thought he had never received it.
He found it the other day:
Me: Where did you find it?
D: It was in that file that seems to eat paper and regurgitate it randomly into the future.
This is the kind of statement that sends me sprawling on the floor laughing, and D has the same kind of knack for it that my best friend Jenn does.
Today at church, it actually was someone who goes to the 8 a.m. service that came up to me and introduced herself. She asked if I was single, and I mentioned I was newly married, the second time around, and that we have two kids, mine being 16 and his being 10. She looked aghast. “I thought you were in your 20s.”
The tooth-whitening, weight-loss and new moisturizing regime are doing wonders, methinks.
(For more on the “You Go to the Other Service” phenomenon, click here.)
Periodically I run across the most amusing descriptions of Episcopalians while combing the ‘net for links on the Cafe. Today, this gem from horror ‘zine Fangoria. Kevin Sorbo apparently plays an Episcopal priest in a new horror flick called “Something Beneath.” And it’s a good thing the hunky former Hercules star is an Episcopal priest, they write, because… well:
In SOMETHING BENEATH (making its DVDebut September 9 from Genius Products, following airings on the Sci Fi Channel), Sorbo swaps Dylan Hunt’s space outfits for a collar in the role of Father Douglas Middleton, an ecologically aware Episcopalian priest (note to budding screenwriters: Episcopalian priests are handy because they’re allowed to have love interests). Attending an eco conference in a brand new hotel, Father Middleton finds himself caught up in a series of bizarre and horrific deaths. The building, it seems, has disturbed a sentient ooze which creates terrifying, fatal hallucinations in the minds of its staff and guests.
I swear this made me cry. But first, you must suffer through incurable cuteness — and since Wordpress refuses to cooperate with two embeds in one post, you’ll have to click the more tag to see how two cats trilling at one another adorably may not be saying what you think they are saying:
Ok, that was very cute, yes? Now. The translation:
“Overwhelmed by prayers,” Jesus Christ is urging folks to enlist the services of a customer service rep from Tacoma, Washington, who has promised the same level of service as people have come to expect from the Son of God himself, according to the Onion.
And is that poker cats contest effective at stopping online poker spam, I wonder?
The amount of faith related LOLcats on I Can Has Cheezburger lately has been cracking me up. Feel the love. Click the picture and visit the blog.
And on that note: whatever soap the church is using over in Wagner Hall? My cat loves it. She keeps licking my hand, to a point that I’m reminded of what happens when you try to erase your hand in grade school. OW.
