does this mean that when i die from a cerebral hemorrhage having fallen and hit my head after catching my heel in my shag carpet that they'll saintify me? probably not, but a girl can dream.
it seems only right that i be the patron saint of plumbing given my love of that 70s plumbing exhibit at the museum of science and industry.
garebear called the other day with a new revelation: WE ARE LIVING THROUGH HISTORY.
why it took him six weeks of quarantine and contemplation to arrive at this quite obvious fact, i remain unsure.
i think he often forgets i am a historian. and i don't think me appealing to the devil to heal a toilet was a part of the great history through which we are living that he had in mind.