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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:
Christ Announces Hiring Of Associate Christ | The Onion - America’s Finest News Source
“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.
Enter the ICHC online Poker Cats Contest!
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.
Mad Priest should enjoy this one:
Church Announces Different Kind of ‘Comeback’
But it’s not the headline so much as the deck:
The Roman Catholic Church announced that it will exhume the body of Padre Pio, an Italian priest made a saint in 2002, to better conserve his remains.
Briefly, must come up and say howdy, because DFH made the most ironic funny, or the funniest irony, I’ve heard in ages. Bear in mind I’m an ally and card-carrying HRC and True Colors kinda gal, so I say this with a big grin on my face.
As we were coming home, driving into the valley and out from under some massive thunderstorms, I got to looking around for what i knew had to be a rainbow. The reason we missed it at first? It was so high up. A greater-than-180˚ arc with a fat spectrum, laid against the charcoal grey of the storms retreating from the sunset into the east. Of course, I was heading west, so I couldn’t see the whole thing. DFH, however, had a full-on view, and when he spotted it, he did a double-take, but quickly recovered, and muttered, “That’s the gayest thing I’ve ever seen!”
perfect set-up for the weekend, as we’re heading to Charles Town tomorrow with my godmother and her partner.
I got K a mad libs calendar for Xmas.
tonight’s grand hit:
The hardest thing about golf is controlling your bladder.
that was DFH’s contribution, and they spent the next ten minutes trying to get me back off the floor.
(Key: H–me; D–pre-spousal unit; K–son)
*wham, clank*
H: Was that the salad?
D (sheepish): No. (meaningful pause.) It was the pie.
K (hyper): what? what? what happened? (trying to find the scene in serenity we left D. off at last time)
H (comes around to look): Oh. Pie foul.
(The apples are piled under the bottom crust, the pie plate is empty on the counter.) It’s the pie that didn’t want to be anyway; the apples had tried to go south, the crust tried to be overcooked…
K: Is this the scene?
H: We’re not going to be able to watch it just yet; we’ve had a pie foul.
K: What??! (comes over, peers over counter, gapes)
H (leans over): this part didn’t touch the floor…(rescues a bit of the bottom crust)
D: Oh! You’re right! (helps himself to half the bottom of the pie, gestures to K) Want some of the pie that didn’t touch the floor?
K: Oh, yeah!! (this is his third piece)
D: Come on, H, you know you want to blow a few more points.
H: That’s ok. I’ve already blown too many.
D: (guffaw)
H: (realizes what she just said, only to look up and see K and D lifting their pieces of broken pie to their mouths in perfect synchronization): That’s just wrong on so many levels.
D, K: (crack up)
H: I’m writing this down.
D (to K): So is this your first pie foul?
