Yesterday, we hung out with our super Kni.ght.s o.f. Co.lom.bus crowd. Hot, hot, hot. We got there so early, we toyed with leaving and coming back but ended up staying to help decorate. Thank the Lord for the person who invented misters.
I had a chance to catch up with a bunch of folks I hadn't seen in a while. But one thing really did stand out. I often wear my St. Gerard medallion (a wonderful gift from a very special blogger buddy) with the cross my husband gave me for my confirmation. Well, our super parish mother, (she has nine and is planning on a tenth. Actually, she told me she's timing her next child to be born at Thanksgiving. Talk about assured fertility.) asked me what I was wearing around my neck.
-It's a charm with St. Gerard. (She obviously knows what he's the patron saint of.)
-Oh, do you have something in the works?
-No, not at all. I'm infertile. (Now I said this after having had three beers and to the entire table of people including her husband and another couple.) See, NFP doesn't work! (I laughed to show I was at least kind of kidding.)
-Well, I will be praying for you.
-Thank you. I very much appreciate that.
Now, I wouldn't have been so open if it hadn't been for the alcohol but what the heck? It was a very freeing experience to not make any bones about it. I highly recommend others trying this. ;)