A contemplative community in formation of the Institute of Saint Joseph
Friday, August 13, 2010
What three-inch being could possibly set a monastic house on "its edge"...the smell of death and the sewer everywhere? The fear and loathing of drying clothes in the dryer that smelled like "death"...literally? Yep. Mighty Mouse. He got fished outta da dryer by our most efficient and manly janitor...(we religious too scared, grossed out, or just plain stupid to take apart said dryer, for fear we couldn't put it back together again...I'm not kiddin'...unfortunately, we're about as capable as "school girls" when it comes to these things...Jesus, send us some mechanically inclined vocations...please!!?) He's gone now. But his remnant "odor" remains...the JR Terrier immediately went for the dryer when he got downstairs...no dummy he...but even he didn't know how to explicate said rodent... Mighty Mouse... Mighty odor, he.