Last night the ear doctor and I went to dinner at our favorite little Italian place that is 3 blocks from our house.
We go there at least once a week. Their gnocchi is my absolute favorite.
When we were sitting at our table finishing up our dinner a large group of people all came in at once. Out of the corner of my eye I noticed something different about all these people. They had, what I thought, was large dark birthmarks in the middle of their foreheads.
I thought to myself, “well, that’s different” and kept eating.
The group took their seats and I leaned over to the ear doctor and whispered, “Did you see that family that all have a large dark birthmark on their forehead?”
He looked at me like I was the idiot that I AM and replied, “ummm, it’s Ash Wednesday.”
It wasn’t a birthmark, it was ash and they weren’t an abnormally large family, but a group of people who had just left the Catholic church across the street.
I haven’t felt like that big of an idiot in a LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG time. It’s a good thing I have the ear doctor around to keep me in check.