I spent the weekend at Disneyland with my family, which was delightful. Rather, it was delightful once all of the airline trouble they dealt with Friday was over, and once my parents' bag was delivered to the hotel on Sunday. The best story of the weekend, though, didn't actually happen this weekend, but was an old story my sister told me. Apparently my almost 10 year old nephew came across the word celibacy in something he was reading and asked her to explain it. She did, saying that it's a choice some people make to not have sex, and that it's different from just not having a boyfriend or girlfriend, and referenced priests and nuns.
At which point my nephew asked, "Is Aunt Lindy a nun?"
That's not good.
Once I caught my breath from laughing, I wailed, "Nooooooo!"
But really, that's a pretty clear sign that I need to get back in the game.
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