Amendment To My Former Post

All of that stands, except for anything pertaining to Ash Wednesday. All bets are off for Ash Wednesday. For 12 years, I got herded into Church on Ash Wednesday and inevitably ended up with the priest with the biggest thumb. I hated walking around with that giant blob on my head. I'd try to cover it up with my bangs, and my mom would shove them out of the way. Argh!

The last day I got ashes was Ash Wednesday, 1988. I was a senior in high school. Catch my drift?