See... that sounds neat to me. My great grandparents were rigid Catholics. My great aunt was a nun, and when my sister and I stayed with her, neither of us were allowed to see her hair. Looking back, it was so silly.
At least snake handling is interesting. I mean, five year old me could have endured a boring sleepover with my nun aunt had there been a couple hissing snakes around. Just sayin'.
At least snake handling is interesting. I mean, five year old me could have endured a boring sleepover with my nun aunt had there been a couple hissing snakes around. Just sayin'.