I’m in church. On a Wednesday. How did this happen?????

Full story. Today is my cousin’s 8th grade graduation. My grandmother asked for a ride to the ceremony, about an hour away. I said yes thinking it was a simple ceremony in the school auditorium. Nope. Full Catholic mass followed by another graduation ceremony. I’m sure my mother knew when she asked me to give Baba a ride that church was part of the deal, but did not tell me. I know she doesn’t like it that I don’t go anymore. So here I am, not at all dressed for church, smelling like gasoline because I spilled some while filling up my car on the way. Joy.

And as I was typing that last bit we had the anti-abortion bit. Cause a 13-year-old’s graduation is the totally appropriate spot for that.