We did not go to our usual parish for mass this morning, as Bret had to pick up baled hay this afternoon, and he wanted to get home as soon as possible. I love our TLM at Our Lady of the Caves, but it is at noon, and with it being an hour away, it really takes up our entire Sunday.
So we went elsewhere, to an 8:00 a.m. mass where there are many people, and I am the only one wearing a mantilla. I have no problem with that, but I really don't like the flip-flops, tank-tops and cut-offs I spy there. Once I was unfortunate enough to be sitting behind a rather overweight teen-aged boy with a shirt a little too short to cover his underwear elastic, which rose a good two inches above his shorts waistband and yet still failed to hide the top inch of his butt-crack. It was awful, like spending an hour looking at a car wreck--you don't want to look, but you can't help it.
We went to Wal-Mart after to shop for groceries. We spent $167.00 and I don't know what I'm making for dinner tonight.
I am tired and feeling very lazy. The kids are watching episodes of The Beverly Hillbillies, except for the little guys, who are demolishing the office behind my back as I write.
Would graham crackers, milk and applesauce qualify as a well-balanced meal?