Q: "What did the spoon say to the fork and knife?"
A: "I feel pointless."
Simeon says he made up this joke, which leads me to conclude he's either lying, or is -- in fact -- a genius as I've always suspected. I'm gonna go with genius.
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"We are at Jesus' disposal. If he wants you to be sick in bed, if he wants you to proclaim his work in the street, if he wants you to clean the toilets all day, that's all right, everything is all right. We must say, 'I belong to you. You can do whatever you like.' And this ... is our strength, and this is the joy of the Lord." - Mother Teresa
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And so I comply -- even demand the name change from others. It is the name, after all, I chose originally 11 years ago when he was kicking at the walls of my womb, begging to break free, begging to play the Beatles and dress backwards and pull down Christmas trees to gather up candy canes. "Gus -- I mean August" is how it's going lately. And I must admit, I'm a little sad. I'm missing my Gussie. But even more, I'm proud -- tremendously proud -- of whom August has come to be since the day he was born & his heart stopped beating & he rode helicopters & had machines breath for him & pump his blood for a month. This is the child who taught me how to pray & now he teaches his baby brothers about music & we all sing along.
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