Tuesday, February 13, 2007

A knock at the door

The other day my mom, who lives in Salt Lake, hears a knock at the door. When she opens it, there are two clean-cut young men in suits standing there. One of them saw in a thick, German accent, "Hello, we are the missionaries." Mom replies, "And we are the Catholics and we plan to stay that way."

I love my mom!
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