Missing the Obvious
When I was fifteen, I told
my Irish Catholic mother that I didn't believe in God
anymore. She pointed her finger at me and said, "You better
go to Confession right away, young lady!"

Missing the Obvious
When I was fifteen, I told
my Irish Catholic mother that I didn't believe in God
anymore. She pointed her finger at me and said, "You better
go to Confession right away, young lady!"
