I was over at Mrs Who's at House of Zathas and she let her hubby grab the keys for a guest post.
His post was about a visit to his priest's house when he was a younger lad.
It reminded me of a funny priest house visit story from Mr Weenie.
A couple years ago Mr Weenie was put on Gen-Pool (a version of temporary lay-off) and was given the choice of sitting in a room at work (because work was paying most of his salary still for the "lay-off", it's a long, confusing situation and it isn't too relevent so that's all you get) or doing charity work.
He sat in the room for a month and couldn't take it anymore so he went the charity route and used our church as the charity.
He volunteered his time as maintenence helper and was told to go paint a couple rooms at the priest's house (we have 2 priest's and live together). So off to the house he went with paint in hand, it took him 3 days to paint the rooms and everyday he would come back in total awe.
Day 1 - Holy crap, the priests have a big screen TV and one of them was even out golfing that day.
Day 2 - They offered me a beer and sat with me and had a beer with me.
Day 3 - The priest don't make their bed and one is a real slob, clothes all over the place. I couldn't believe it.
It was hilerous when he was telling these tails because when one grows up Catholic (we both did) you look at the priest as something other than human. That they don't do things that normal people do.
So priests acting as normal people, golfing, drinking beer and not making their beds just throws you into total shock.
So everytime we see the priest who doesn't make his bed we have to tease him about it.
Posted by Quality Weenie at June 26, 2006 11:39 AM | TrackBackAs long as your hubby didn't see a ladies bra or something amongst the clothes, I think it's alright!
I would have been shocked too!
Posted by: Sissy at June 27, 2006 09:10 AM