I was particularly sweaty and distracted in church yesterday. So when the priest remarked that next Sunday marks the eighth Sunday before Christmas, I’m afraid I took the news something like this:
Here’s to starting off the week in a less preoccupied fashion!
Perhaps she’s just adding Gabriel to her list of contacts.
Or friending him on Facebook.
Mary: “What’s your Twitter handle again? I can’t seem to find it.”
Gabriel: “[Sigh] You have to put an underscore between ‘angel’ and ‘Gabriel’. Can I get back to the announcement now?
It’s much worse. She’s texting a friend and doesn’t even know he’s there.