Yes, as a lad, I spent more time in the Principal's office than the man himself, so much that he even let me redecorate to my tastes, which is where my design career first got it's start.
Last night I had one of those panicked bits of nostalgia, when Monsignor Mosley came up to me in church during Adoration, and asked me to call him at the rectory the next day. I quietly agreed, and of course went through the mental list of what he might want.
"Michael, a good Catholic would never wear that tie with those slacks"
"Do you hafta listen to P.O.D. as you drive up to the church?"
"Mike, we put money into the basket, we don't make change from it"
"You hung out with Dawn Eden, and didn't call me?"
and the list goes on, because when you combine my over caffeinated imagination with an Al Gorey paranoia, you can easily arrive at something more fantastically distorted than a Michael Moore "reality" flick.
Kidding aside, as I am very excited that they may have use for this silly wannabe monk somewhere in the church. Whether it be helping with the Teen group, Alter service, or cleaning the bathroons; if I am serving my church, than I am serving my King . . .and what more could anyone ask?