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.