So at a high mass Sunday, the censer caught my attention. I was sitting there, "My God, look at the bowl on that thing!"
Then I set in to assessing the quality of its smoke (thin, seemed to me) and its room note. I couldn't help but think I could do better. (I am adult ADD. This is normal). I pictured myself walking around up there, swinging up my chin three times at things, a billiard jutting out prominently. People making the Sign of the Cross as I walked down the aisles.
So before mass ended, I was wondering: Is there a blend that smells like that, but tastes like tobacco? That's my question.
If so, I might have a calling.
(Where's the confessional. I'm going to hell-- *sigh*. Again.)
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Then I set in to assessing the quality of its smoke (thin, seemed to me) and its room note. I couldn't help but think I could do better. (I am adult ADD. This is normal). I pictured myself walking around up there, swinging up my chin three times at things, a billiard jutting out prominently. People making the Sign of the Cross as I walked down the aisles.
So before mass ended, I was wondering: Is there a blend that smells like that, but tastes like tobacco? That's my question.
If so, I might have a calling.
(Where's the confessional. I'm going to hell-- *sigh*. Again.)
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