Saturday, June 21, 2008
Living with the BVM: A Quick Note
I understand that I am not the most cut, muscular guy in the history of the world. If you had to compare me to one of the cops on NYPD Blue I would be more Dennis Franz and much less Jimmy Smits. If I were one of the characters in the Saturday Night Live skit with Chris Farley and Patrick Swayze where they are auditioning to be Chippendale's dancers, I would be more like Chris Farley and much less like Patrick Swayze. And that's fine. But lately there has been a strange phenomenon going on outside. Every time that I go outside with my shirt off to get some sun on my shoulders and maybe not have such a bad farmer's tan, within 5 minutes or so the sun goes under a cloud. I am starting to think that the BVM's are behind this. It's like their way of telling me to keep my shirt on. I think they see me out there, call up Mother Nature and tell her to whip up a cloud. Silly me, I thought that the Blessed Virgin Mary wasn't supposed to be judgemental. I guess not. I bet that they are behind the disappearance of my Salt Book too.