If you're out there poised to hit my family with a thunderclap of typhoid this weekend in the form of Coxsackie virus, please remember that I was once an altar server.
Mostly I set up for the mass and cleaned up after the priest because, being a girl and all, according to your
henchmen representatives here on Earth, I was unable to particapate fully because of said lack of appropriate external plumbing.
But I'm not bitter.
I won't promise to go to church or anything like that, because, and you know this Lord, I am not a hypocrite. But I will promise to try and use your name FAR more infrequently when I stub my toe or burn my fingers on the baking sheet. I know full well it's not your fault I'm such a klutz.
So if you could see fit to let this particular trouble pass, I will be most appreciative. I'd even knit you or one of your reps a scarf.
Ittybit and Champ's mommy