Lalala . . . I always have two books of matches, two packets of sugar (to wake me up), my St. Cecilia Holy Card, and my phone. I did have this newspaper clipping that was simply AWESOME on tolerance, and what it really means. Something along the lines of "Tolerance isn't what today's society says it is. The
correct definition of tolerate is to put up with something even if you don't approve of it. We TOLERATE homosexual marriages today. That doesn't mean we think they're okay," but I lost it.