I’ve been tagged by Jean.
I CONFESS that I am one of the guitar players at church! Before someone shoots me, though, I accompany a keyboard and a children’s choir, and this morning we sang “All Creatures of Our God and King” AND “Come, Christians Join to Sing.” Not a St. Louis Jesuits piece all morning!
I CONFESS that I just finished a nutritious lunch of half a box of “Cheese Nips” and some Pepsi.
I CONFESS that I buy more shoes than any one person really needs. Especially a Franciscan person.
I CONFESS that I regularly pilfer, pillage and plunder my children’s stash of Halloween candy.
I CONFESS that I have the ability to carry a grudge for years and possibly even decades.
I CONFESS that I like to listen to “girl groups” in the car and sing along. Loudly. With the windows open.
And in related matters, I CONFESS to having the secret dream of being a “doo-wop girl.” (Not one of the ones from Robert Palmer’s “Addicted to Love,” either.)
I CONFESS to enjoying Robert Palmer’s song “Addicted to Love.”
I CONFESS to laughing when one Sunday my husband dressed Little Brother in pants that were way too big, and when Father called the children to the altar to say the Lord’s Prayer together, Little Brother’s pants fell down and all the kids saw his “Bob the Builder” underwear.
I CONFESS to making more pie dough than I need to every time I make a pie, so I can eat the “scraps” raw.
I CONFESS to taking a strange satisfaction in drinking Pepsi out of a Coca-Cola glass.
I am well aware that I still owe the Thanksgiving meme to Steve, and I promise that I’ll get to it. I CONFESS that I’ve been putting it off, due to the hard feelings I am having toward the “powers that be” in my diocese right now.