“I’m Jewish. I don’t work out. If God had wanted us to bend over, He would have put diamonds on the floor.” ~ Joan Rivers.
As a kid, one of my favorite days to head to church with Mom & Dad was Palm Sunday. Normally, my favorite treat was the communion wafer (one was ok, but they really should have passed a bowl around – like a bucket of popcorn. And I know that would’ve been a hit with the “audience” because I always heard growling tummies, sometimes over the rumble of snores).
Palm Sunday was SOUVENIR DAY!!!
All parishioners were lucky enough to go home with a door prize of fresh palms! And I loved those palms — sometimes I’d grab a couple of extra fronds on the way out for my “sick” sister at home (yeah, the one I didn’t have). Ok, call me greedy, but this technique I learned from my Dad, who would always tuck an extra Italian roll or Granny Smith in his pocket at the breakfast buffet (the scrambled would’ve been a bit too messy).
(ITALIAN LESSON: Sunday = Domenica)
P.S. One of my least favorite church days: Ash Wednesday (you can read that post here: http://www.madnessmomandme.com/2010/02/sadistic-priest-burns-little-girl-with-cigar/ )