Archives for November 3, 2007
I was being so good.
When I went to Walmart on Thursday, I knew that the candy aisle would be way marked down, and so I didn’t go there. I knew they would have enormous packages of Whoppers slashed down to a too good to resist price, and so I just didn’t look. That’s how good I was.
But can I help it if my husband knows me? Can I help it if he goes to the store, spies the enormous package of price-slashed Whoppers, and thinks of me? Can I help it if he buys the package and then casually tosses it onto my lap on the way home from an All Saints party? Can I help that?
Note to Self: “Snack size packs” as indicated on above-mentioned package of candy does not mean “breakfast size.” As in have two packages with a cup of coffee on a lazy Saturday morning. And now that you know this, you have no more excuses. Give the rest to the kids already.
Our Lady of Guadalupe, St. Veronica, St. Therese of Lisieux (as a young girl), Old Testament Daniel with a man-eating lion (holding his pacifier), St. Stephen (his prop, a bloody rock, was still drying when this photo was taken), and Juan Diego (who for some reason did not hold up his impressive-looking, rose covered, image-of-Our-Lady-adorned tilma I spent forever glue gunning. C’mon, Juan!)