“I’m a recovering Catholic,” our contractor announces jauntily, apropos of what I can’t remember. I think we were trying to decide on flooring for the front deck.
It’s a phrase with which we’ve become familiar, so common that this guy we know only because he’s overseeing some basic repairs to our old house can throw it out casually.
I am looking forward to making a pilgrimage to the Holy Land at the end of this month. This seemed an opportune occasion to upgrade my luggage, so I did what one does when making a major purchase in the 21st century. I spent hours online researching options, comparing prices and reading reviews. Eventually I made a decision I felt good about, completed my purchase and sat back to await the delivery of papa’s brand new bags.