How could I do that?

Upon the advent of our first child, her family, good Catholics that they are, inquired as to the date of her baptism. We responded that would be on the First of Never, but they were so upset we relented and made an appointment with the priest. What the hell, a little water splashed on her isn’t going to ruin her life, right?

So we did.. and NOT ONE OF THEM SHOWED UP.

Well, one did: her brother, the “godfather”. The rest of ‘em had better things to do than waste an hour at church on Saturday.

So, long cut to seven years later, second child. Same question from the worried family. Yeah, right. I reminded them of their pointed lack of participation seven years earlier, and flatly told them that we had zero intention of going through that farce again.

So our second daughter is unfortunately destined to roast in hell. Poor thing.. if only we cared as much as her relatives she could have been saved..

Oh gawd, I choked on my own spit from laughing so hard after reading that. My husband asked what I was laughing at, so I read it out loud to him — it then sparked an impromptu “boobie cheer.”

Fun interview — can’t wait to hear more about the business development!