re: #358 Mattand

The better half was having lunch with a group of co-workers a few years back around Palm Sunday. Most of them were supposedly devout practicing Catholics; yet were clueless about what the palms in Palm Sunday represented.

Except for the better half, who was Catholic before she started playing for the A Team. Hell, even I knew that, I was about as lazy a Catholic as you can get.

I’ve forgotten everything about being Catholic I learned in Catholic School. At least everything I thought was stupid.