Maundy Thursday Madness

My husband was at the walk-through for the Triduum services this morning. Apparently, there will be foot-washing of both men and women tonight, in defiance of the rubrics. My husband was asked if he thought I'd like to participate and have my feet washed. He demurred on my behalf. He sent me this text message:

"Hope you don't mind that I opted you out of the foot-washing. A pretty thing such as yourself shouldn't be mistaken for viri selecti."

(Apparently he gave a version of this comment to the people who had asked him. They did not find it quite as amusing as I and the parochial vicar did. I hope he doesn't get in trouble!)