That's it. I've had it. Somebody blabbed to the housekeeper that I had given up stress for Lent.
I don't know how she found out but this is what she put on me today after a couple of old ladies in the parish condos starting beating each other up with their walkers. I happened to be in the hallway at the time and barely escaped with my life.
I ran to the rectory and she immediately whipped out this horrific example of what looks like a "thundershirt," muttering that it isn't just for thunderstorms but for anything that is stressful and it should help calm me down. Think again, my dear tea-towel-wringing witness to my agony..
I think it's an abomination. I think I look ridiculous and it's not doing anything for my stress.
I need a break. If anyone's looking for me, I'll be hiding and I won't say where.