Lent, here I come! I received my ashes today, but now am concerned how to get them off my paws since I forgot and tried to wash my face after. You know I can't leave tracks around the rectory. The housekeeper will have my hide, even if I do my best Dr. Jekyll impression. Get it? Never mind. I am helplessly humorless.
I solved the problem of what to give up. I'm giving up STRESS! That's right. Bone-shattering, nerve-rattling, sleep-depriving stress. I plan to spend these next 40 days and nights cool as a cucumber, basking in the glory of the Almighty and let Him take the reins. It will be against my very nature not to spazz over every little thing, but the persistent effort in self control will be good for me and my spirituality, don't you think?
Anyway, if you're looking for me, I'll have my eyes closed against the world with not a worry in sight.Who's with me?
10 comments:
To be honest, Father Tom, I don't think that giving up stress is going to be much of a sacrifice for a cat. You look like you've already begun, anyway.
Good plan!!!
The Florida Furkids
Oh yes, great idea and stress free is purrfect!
Us kitties don't have much stress...unless our food dishes are empty!
Purr more - agonize less. Excellent plan, Father Tom!
We will follow your example.
xxoo
Maggie, Mickey Mouser, and Rufus the Red
Meeeeeeeeeeeeee!
Sleep...whenever the opportunity presents itself, Tom. The forty days will fly by.
No stress? We're with ya' on dat one. Extra naps too. Big hugs
Luv ya'
Dezi and Raena
THat was a very good choice!
dood...givin up strezz iz a grate eye dea....one manee peepulz shuld take inta an a count two..... !!! ☺☺☺♥♥♥
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