The Pope and I…
It all started at the Knights of Columbus Fish Fry last night…
First Barbara (my m-in-law)Β talked about going into the church to set up for morning mass and how she found 3 priests and a deacon.
I, of course, made a wisecrack about how it sounded like the beginning of a joke.
(Sorry Lord.)…my attempt at a quick beg for forgiveness lest I get struck down with lightning for my sassy sense of humor.
Then, Barbara told the story of how someone commented that her son (my husband) looked a little like the Pope.
Let the giggling and jokes commence… Read more


