Yesterday Mrs. Curley was shopping in Camden. Her trips to Camden invariably include stops at the thrift stores; these stops are legendary around here.
I am working and get a call from Mrs. Curley:
"You'll never guess where I am sitting."
"Where?"
"In a Church pew."
At first I thought she might be at Our Lady of Perpetual Help in Camden-but then why would she be calling me if she was in Church? ...I suddenly got it!
"You're in a thrift store!"
So it turns out it isn't an old Church pew after all, but a booth seat from a Piz
za Hut-which now graces our living room!
Young Thomas says his mouth waters every time he looks at it. (It is something like the photo-but not exactly...)
I am not sure it replaces the couch I promised Mrs. Curley, but does for now.
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Can't believe I missed the Pearl of York's feast day yesterday. St. Margaret Clitherow-ora pro nobis!
Oremus pro invicem!
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