The bouncing and jostling of the lawn mower caused much unfortunate jiggling, and the jiggling led to giggling which, in turn, led to struggle. According to some apocryphal legends St Rugglin was also ashamed of his body.
Friday, April 24, 2009
IT'S ST RUGGLIN'S DAY! I WISH MANY UNBEARABLE FRUSTRATIONS TO YOU MY FRIENDS, AND, YEA, MAY YOUR BURDEN INDEED BE HEAVY.
St Rugglin is the patron saint of all those who struggle. I joined with the other faithful this afternoon in celerating what the late, great Mr. Ellis of East Hubbardton dubbed "...the most sacred and holy holiday in all of America." Whether Orthodox or Reformed all those who observe the holiday have a solo parade intended to celebrate struggling. This year I decided to ride a lawn mower without a shirt on as Chris Bayer and my wife took turns attempting to shoot me with a BB gun. In attendance were Lisa Richard, The Bayers, My wife and some passersby who gazed upon the parade with expressions of bewildered horror.