The Periphery of the Mind

Had Maryanne's sister over last night for dinner.

Lightly breaded chicken breasts.
Whole wheat pasta tossed in garlic, butter, and grated parmesean.
Alfredo and thick tomato sauces poured on top (both from a jar).

Not bad. Laurissa said it needed salt, but I'm not sure where to add enough that it would help without ruining the dish it was added to. Gotta' confess though, the Classico alfredo sauce with sun-dried tomatoes was really good.

After eating, the three of us went for a walk at which point somebody suggested walking by "the Catholic Church". (names changed to protect... well, me.)

JD: "You mean the Catholic Church that's really a Methodist Church?"
The Professor And: "Yes."
JD: "But it looks like a Catholic Church?"
Notlaurissa: "But it isn't? It just looks like that from the outside?"
JD: "But it really looks like a Protestant Church on the inside?"
The Professor And: "It looks like a Baptist Church on the inside."
JD: "But only in the sanctuary room?"
The Professor And: "Alright."
Notlaurissa: "But it's really a Methodist Church?"
The Professor And: "Alright!"

(pause)

JD: "You mean that Catholic Church? The one that isn't really a Catholic Church at all?"
Notlaurissa: "But looks like one from the outside?"