Fun With Ash Wednesday

I don’t know why I’m hung up on Universal’s Mardis Gras. Goodness knows, it’s not like I’m all uber-penitent and serious for Lent myself…

This morning, the wifey left for work before I did, and since we ran out of coffee (AAAAHHH!), my eyes did not focus on what she was wearing. Thus, it was not until I rushed home from work and we sped to church in order to make it to the Ash Wednesday service (with a pit stop at Wendy’s for a last bit of pre-Lent fatitude) that we noticed that we had color-coordinated our outfits (AAAAHHHH!). We do not do this on purpose. Ever.

On the way home, I needed to stop at Office Max and get some really nice paper (you know, just in case I needed to accidentally print a resume or something). A good Boy Scout is always prepared.

Well, nothing says “Run for the hills, we’re being invaded by Bible-thumpin’ Nazis” like a pair of identically dressed, middle-aged white folk with black crosses smudged on their foreheads.

I saw fear in the clerk’s eyes.

Venita said, “They’re looking at us like we’re aliens.”

Of course, it didn’t help that this triggered a spate of Muppet Alien talk (yip-yip-yip-yip. cow. brrrrrrring! yip-yip-yip) between us.

There was a moral here somewhere, but I’ll be darned if I know what it is.

Make sure you always have coffee?
Don’t color coordinate – even by accident?
Sesame Street and Ash Wednesday don’t mix?

I’m open to suggestions.

Sanity? I gave it up for Lent.