i confess to almighty god
and to you, my brothers and sisters,
that i have sinned through my own fault.
in my thoughts and in my words,
in what i have done and what i have failed to do;
and i ask the blessed mary, ever virgin,
all the angels and saints,
and you, my brothers and sisters,
to pray for me to the lord our god
A headache lives between my eyes
I hold it hostage to a fault
Blame it when I lose my sight
It makes me so frustrated on the daily
Bear with me as I lose my cool
I swear it's only momentary
I had the same feeling about sunday school. My dad would leave me and my sister on the curb and soon as the car doors shut he drove away fast..lol. I think dad needed some quiet time . The nuns did hit a few boys in our class. Some had it coming but a few did not. Good ole sunday school. It was different for sure
I hated Catholic Sunday school, the nuns were so mean.
So when my dad would drop me off, I would wait till he drove off and skip that torture and go window shopping or the movies.