The secretary of one of the parishes of our 'cluster' (yeah, I know... I couldn't believe it either) told me yesterday that I need to be more in touch with my feminine side.
Uneasy because this type of exercise has brought grief to more than a few of our Church's clergy members, I decided to see how far I could take it without getting myself in trouble.
This is what I came up with:
1. I unabashedly drive the parish car, which happens to be a minivan.
2. I used some Chapstick to heal my cracked lips last week.
3. I treated myself to an egg nog latte at Starbucks (with Splenda) last night.
Don't anyone tell me I'm not trying.
You will just have to get used to a kinder, gentler Exorcist from now on.
