"So, I went to confession, and ended up in a bar..."

Sounds like a joke, but it's what happened this afternoon.  I'm visiting my 86 year old mom for the holiday weekend, and suggested this afternoon that we head over to her parish for confession.  We went...and waited. No priest.  Really.   Huh.  (My mom said this was not all that unusual for the priest not to show up for confessions on Saturday afternoons.  When they are scheduled.  And published.)

So, we left and headed to the local tavern for a wet burrito, one of Mom's favorites.  Do you think we got points for showing up at confession?  Geez......

1 comment:

  1. There's a vicious circle! Maybe Mom should drop a little hint on Father ....

    Happy New Year, Elise!

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