This Is My Life?

Today was one of those days I kept asking myself that question. Some of the whys:

- I had to teach someone the difference between the words "detest" and "detect" before he called the Internet Service Provider and kept saying he couldn't "detest" a wireless connection

- I showed my boss a cupboard full of cassocks and surplices I found for the altar servers. He promptly held one up to himself and said, "This might fit me!" I asked, "Don't you have a cassock?" He said his custom fit one had been stolen. I bit my tongue and refrained from asking, "By who, a stickman?"

- I had a man show up for a baptism appointment without the rest of his family. He came in the door and apologized, "We all have the flu. I am the healthiest one." I thought to myself that that is a great way to ensure that your baptism appointment will be among the fastest in history. Eww. I didn't shake his hand and just said, "Good luck..." when he was leaving.

- I accidentally said to one of my tutoring kids, "Let's do number C." He correctly pointed out, "C is a letter, not a number," and I apologized, saying, "You're right. I'm tired, and it's past my bedtime." Three other women who were tutoring in the same room announced in unison, "Me
too!" We all cracked up.

- The cook told me about the priests' attempts to cook a Thanksgiving turkey for themselves. Apparently they put it in at 180F and couldn't figure out why it was still raw eight hours later. She asked what I thought was a great question, "Did you give it some suntan lotion for the sunbathing you were giving it?" It's truly a wonder they're not all dead.

And so, all day, I kept asking myself, "This is my life?"