Sunday
I spent my whole weekend doing a good deed for an old lady with severe mobility problems. My entire body is tired, deep deep down. I cut my hands to ribbons, because there is nothing sharper on this earth than the underside of a bush. It's Palm Sunday; so, at Mass the kiddies performed the tradtional Passion play. By Jove (ironic, no?), I love Passion plays. I also love palm leaves, mostly because I can't resist swatting my mom continuously on the walk from the church door back to the car. Hee hee.