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January 25, 2006
Sizzle, Fizzle & Fry, Ltd.
Sitting with my folks one day on the shore of Lake Como, the Moms noticed I was wearing her cross from her days as a Catholic girl. "I'm surprised that doesn't burn your skin," she said.
I don't know if my sinning has increased lately or what, but today the cross seems to be gradually blackening as I wear it. Perhaps it is time to stop all this greed and sloth and start embroidering insipid samplers or something.
Posted by didofoot at January 25, 2006 09:21 AM
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a mood cross? maybe it just means that jesus is in a bad mood today. prolly cuz he's tired of being referred to as the son of god. he's his own person, you know.
Posted by: tracy at January 25, 2006 02:33 PM
it took a while, but the cross suddenly searched its days when it belonged to the catholic girl -- known as the moms -- and remembered.
those were black days indeed.
and now, today, like a recessive gene matching up with it's wonder twin...powers activate! form of greed. form of sloth.
it's much to late for you my dear.
Posted by: czechmarc at January 26, 2006 03:36 PM
pants, i miss you a lot sometimes.
i don't miss kristen's purity though, since i never knew it.
Posted by: michele at January 26, 2006 08:33 PM
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