In a post from yesteryear, my life partner, Sharon, the effervescent one, related an event of typical foolishness at our territorial parish called "Mass in the Grass". Her take: "The only way I'd go is if I had smoked it." Instant classic.
Today, déjà vu. This afternoon on the parish bijou sign Sharon learned of the latest atrocity: an "Ecumenical Palm Blessing" taking place on Saturday in the park across the street.
After telling me about it, to my gallows amusement, Sharon quipped, "I guess it's like 'Half-Mass in the Grass.' ...Actually it reminds me of something that rhymes with half-Mass."
That's my girl!