How was everyone's Easter weekend? Ours was - well - not what we expected.
On Sunday, we went to church. As ashamed as we are, we've totally
become those people that only show up to mass for Christmas and Easter.
As a good Catholic girl, I've had all my robotic church responses
memorized since I was a wee little tot. Well, while the hubby and I have
been taking a bit of a break from our regular church-going (oh, take
your judging eyes elsewhere! Our Catholic guilt is enough,
thank you very much. ;-), they decided to go and change all the words to
all the responses. Most important, the words "And With Your Spirit" as
opposed to "And also with you," which for all those non-Catholics, you
say no less than, like 8 times during mass. I missed every single
Definitely got a couple of these looks...
So, Greg and I had the little handout that points out all the word
changes the ENTIRE mass, which was a clear giveaway that we are only
holiday mass attendees. "Those people," if you will. Side note: we're
quite convinced the Catholic church made the changes to the responses
simply to shame those who only come on holidays. Well played, Holy
Father. Well played.
So, I had all the intentions of doing a bit of crafting on Easter afternoon, but apparently our home had other plans.
our kitchen sink faucet broke off. Did I mention it broke off while the
water was running? The hubby was filling up a watering can while doing
some yard work and, well, it just broke right off. I blame
it on the P90X he's been doing. He's too strong for his own good.
So, we finally figured out how
to turn the water off and a quick trip to Lowe's was in order to buy a
new faucet and HOLY MOTHER OF SINKS, they are expensive. So we got a
nice, middle-of-the-line faucet and headed home for the hubby to Google
how to install sink faucets. After a few minutes of video watching and
about 10 minutes of language that I'm quite sure the Father, the Son and
the Holy Spirit would NOT approve of, we decided we'll just have to
rough-neck it until we can call a plumber on Monday.
Then, I heard a weird noise coming from our laundry room and my
beloved front loader washing machine, which I spent nearly an hour
cleaning yesterday (side note: does the fact that you have to CLEAN
front load WASHING machines irritate you as much as it does me?), was
suddenly leaking water ALL. OVER. THE. PLACE.
Lots more terrible language, followed by one of those moments that
you just tap the wall in your house gently saying, "I love my house. I
love my house. I love my house" over and over again to make you believe
it again. Oh, the joys of home ownership.
So, we'll be having a plumber come out to take care of our little
issues. And I think it's safe to say God made his point pretty clear.
See you on Sunday, God. See you on Sunday.