Thursday, August 26, 2004

Day 18 Maria

Maria comes in every Friday to order some flowers for the church on Sunday.

She walks through the bouquet section and looks at the lilies.

After a while, she’ll come up with a bunch of flowers and hands them to me.

“This, for Sunday morning.” she says

I say. "OK"

When she leaves I put the flowers back in the cabinet.

On Sunday she comes in and gets something else.

Catholics! They can never make up their minds.