What I didn't know that when I rsvp'd yes that I was signing myself up for three. hours. of. church. Holy balls, I've got to tell you that the only redeeming part of the entire service (other than beaming with motherly pride over my best's conversion) was the little girl who fell in love with me and kept making silly faces from two rows up. At one point the priest came around to sprinkle us common folk with holy water. You know, to make us awesome... or something? He makes his way over to my part of the room, looks me right in the face and BAM!
It takes a split second but finally I realize that I have been hit in the eye. With holy water. Of course my first reaction is to laugh. Hysterically. My second reaction is to ask friend to my right if this means that I am now holy. My third reaction was that I needed to tweet about it. So, I did. In church. Sorry, God. But I am holy now, you should make some exceptions for me.