that's latin for "see ya later, donuts."
today is my last day on the catholic-church-after-latin-mass donut job, and lemme just tell you - it has never felt this good to say good-bye.
this donut job has been a drag. a 100%, unadulterated drag.
do i feel badly about reneging on my commitment to bring donuts to the faithful at holy family catholic church in columbus, ohio? - no.
do i feel ashamed that i let a couple little hiccups in the donut plan ruin it for me? - no.
do i feel like Jesus would probably have handled this donut gig with a whole lot more grace than i did? - no.
no.
i think Jesus woulda been flippin' donut tables over right and left.
i think Jesus woulda said, "whaaaaat? We give you a body that's the temple of the Holy Spirit and this is what you pump into it? dough-nuts?"
i think Jesus woulda said, "listen here, you half-wits. when my Father (and yours, I might point out), when my Father said, "thou shalt not steal, He meant, thou shalt not steal." ("yes, I'm talkin' to you, church donut supervisor, who told nancy "if kroger doesn't ask for the check, just bring it back to the church.")
so, you see, i feel totally serene, totally sanguine, totally chillaxed about leaving the parishoners of holy family family church in columbus, ohio high and dry and in the lurch without their donuts.
(now, if it'd been pizza that i had been bringing to the church every sunday......if it had been greasy, double cheesy, triple pepperoni pizza that i had been bringing, well....... lemme just put it like this:
pizza is the food of God. not thee gods. GOD.)
