when a guy walks into church wearing a black dress shirt, unbuttoned nearly to his waist. I will not describe what that det up exposed.
I will show you how lovely and appropriate our Griffin looked for his Confirmation:
Also, the people who sat behind us at Mass might not have ever been in a church before. The kid who was being confirmed received a phone call during the consecration and answered it. His sponsor poked me in the back repeatedly because I was not kneeling (I have a doctors note about that) and because I was wearing a polka dotted dress.
Anyways, it made for some much needed comic relief after our house closing whirlwind and Griffin might have been the only young person who listened to the Bishop enough to discuss his remarks on the way home.
If anyone is wondering which saint name he choose, it is Moses the Ethiopian. I aplaud his choice.
Talk to you soon, now I have to see if the one key I have to my new house will work.