In the methodist church where my kids played handbells (because the handbell director was my best friend since childhood, not because they were there for church), I usually went to the Christmas service cause it's a big thing they play in. (sometimes I take video on my then camera/now phone.) One year I had a SPLITTING MIGRAINE, and was pushing through with package wrapping etc, and decided that no, I'd not gone to any of their rings all year, I'd go to this one, be good mom. When we got there, there were 2 seats left, right in front. As the participants filed in, we found that the two chairs just behind hte altar rail were for the trumpets. So I not only got to stand there with a bleed out the ears migraine listening to shrilly bells, but to have my brain blasted with the trumpets.
This is all leadup to explain why I spent the ENTIRE SERVICE snarking on just about every sentence by the minister. "And the angel said unto Mary--" (did she have to sit through trumpets too? It shows that in the paintings) "blessed are you," (blah blah) "will bear the son of god" (Right. You never hear about the dozens who said, "fuck that noise, you gotta be kidding me, hell no") "they went to bethlehem" (she'd better have been riding sidesaddle) But there was no room at the inn so they made do with the manger ("AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! (*running screaming*)")...
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This is all leadup to explain why I spent the ENTIRE SERVICE snarking on just about every sentence by the minister. "And the angel said unto Mary--" (did she have to sit through trumpets too? It shows that in the paintings) "blessed are you," (blah blah) "will bear the son of god" (Right. You never hear about the dozens who said, "fuck that noise, you gotta be kidding me, hell no") "they went to bethlehem" (she'd better have been riding sidesaddle) But there was no room at the inn so they made do with the manger ("AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!! (*running screaming*)")...