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My mom used to invite the Mormons in and argue with them. It was pretty funny because she was really good at it.

One time they were sitting at the dining room table and our Irish Setter - who'd had a ham bone that had been cooked in cabbage - was sleeping under the table farting up a storm. My mom said it was eye-watering, but they sat through it....

I never really listened, I just rolled my eyes as I walked through "Aw geez, she's at it again...."

The one thing I sort of half-ass remember was when they were telling her there are seven levels of heaven. She said "well how do you know that?" and they said "well Saint Paul (or some dude) reached the seventh heaven...." "Well how do you know there aren't more, but that's only as far as he got???"

"Aw geez....she's at it again..." <eye roll>

AKA "Cardbordeaux"

Wow, talk about bad luck.

My grandfather was only in France (WWI) for 5 days and got shot....on November 6. If he could have kept his head down for another 5 days, he could have come home without getting wounded.

Herod's birthday where Salome did her sexy dance and John the Baptist was beheaded.

"Well there's no topping that one, guys. Guess we ought to just can the idea from now on".