Monday, August 29, 2011


I remember wearing a particularly fancy dress to Holy Thursday mass and anyone who's Catholic knows that that is the mass when the congregation washes each other's feet as a ritual of purification and humility. Well, I didn't quite think through my wardrobe because I didn't want to have my feet washed, but you could see my bright dress from a mile away. So, I slouched in my chair the whole mass praying that no one saw me. It worked.

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