This morning I reached to my right ear and felt my gorgeous Swarovski Crystal and pearl alternating earring still dangling, gloriously, from my delicate lobe. I must've forgotten to remove them after that long, little-black-dress-requiring, Vegas dance party (with such fabulous quiche!). I then reached up to my left ear...and lo and behold NO EARRING! "Ah....curse you little-black-dress-requiring Vegas Dance Party ( with such fabulous quiche)!" said I. And I began to tear apart my bedding and search all over the house for the missing earring; hoping and pleading with the deities that be.
And that was when I finally ran my fingers through my ridiculously-expensive-new-sexy-goddess-of-teachers haircut and felt something...that's right...my earring was stuck at the very back of my head; hooked and buried in my massive amounts of curl.
See, big hair IS good for something.
Who’ll Be a Witness for My Lord? - This week the Church announced changes to the proxy-baptism liturgy, one of which I’d like to focus on: witnesses. Before last week, the baptismal liturgy ...
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