The dinner was not what you could call an unqualified success. The best that could be said for it was that we survived. And Uncle Dennis couldn’t even say that much.
That was my fault, too, I guess. I pissed God off, and all of your major religions will tell you that that’s something you want to try and
avoid. But I still think of Him as ‘Dad,” and when was the last time you just meekly did what your father told you to do? Okay, sure, your father isn’t God, but mine wasn’t always God, either.
Rated PG. Contains sexual innuendo and lighthearted heresy.