MacThumper goes to GA

Hard times for the Presbytery of Carlton Bay. They needed another elder to go to the General Assembly and the only one they could find was me!

I've always wanted to go, and seeing as GA is meeting in the Holy Land, AKA Cape Breton, I was especially pleased to be made a commissioner. The Massive Binder of Reports have arrived, accommodations and registration have been taken care of, and relatives on the island have been given due warning (hide the china, break out the Royal Chinette.)

All that is left to do is pack, load some good tunes on the MP3 player for the flight down, and oh yeah, read the MB o' R! Got to get moving!

Later Mushers!

Discretion

While preaching about Jesus meeting with the apostles after they had spent the night fishing, Rev. Candy asked how they reacted to this guy on shore telling then to put their net over the other side of the boat.

"Who is this guy? Who does he think he is? Who died and made him Boss?

It took a fair bit of effort to not to put up my hand, and shout, "I know! I Know! Jesus did!"

Rev. Candy later said that she noticed that my face had turned beet red at that point and appreciated my restraint.

With age comes discretion!

Later, Mushers!

Cuz I am one Classy guy

FCC and I were visiting Rev. Candy to drop off the bulletins for this Sunday, when we heard her teen aged son Hamlet, get up, go to the bathroom, and close the door.

"Ah," said I in a voice most refined, "Hamlet, must be preforming his morning ablutions."

Now, most people would have stopped right there, but I had to go on to say, "Now that sounds better than 'going for piddle', doesn't it?"

As FCC gently, but steadily banged her head on the edge of the coffee table, the Rev. agreed that the phrase "morning ablutions" had a certain...sophistication.

You will have to excuse me. FCC needs a fresh compress for her forehead.

Later, Mushers!