Kiss my Ash

Ash Wednesday.
I have an ash cross on my forehead, and it's been there since about 11:00. Coincidentally, I got it right after my colleague and I busted a kid for whipping his schlong out during the liturgy with the priest present. Dude, you're not suppose to whip it out, he is. Or in the very least, he'll ask you first.
Kids these days.

I also forget that I live with a non-Catholic husband and his equally non-Catholic parents: Oh so confused as to why I have 'some black shit' (that was a quote from my FIL) on my head. I explained it to them yesterday, but it seems Alzheimer's is kicking in. Oh well.
Tomorrow is a new day.

****Side-note-question-type-thingy: I am trying not to swear so much (!!!), but it typing it the same as saying it? If it is, I've blown it twice today already. On the bright side, I've been quoted as saying "dang nabbit, " "sweet home Alabama," and "Jimminy Cricket crotch!"...Lord help me. I'm sure I'll come up with something better soon....