Let's go Yankees!... to hell

OK, if I wasn't going to hell before, I certainly am now, but the Yankees did win Friday so I guess it was all worth it.

Let's cut things to the chase, shall we? I swore in front of a priest. No, I blasphemed.

My sister-in-law renewed her vows in a brief Catholic ceremony and afterward the guests had soup and sandwiches at her house, the priest was there. Someone turned on the Yankees/Red Sox game. I was standing right behind the priest when I looked up and saw the Sox were ahead 2-1. "God damn it!" I shouted. The room fell silent.

Now I had forgotten the priest was there until later in the evening when my husband, a recovering Catholic himself, came up to me and said, "so it was my wife who swore in front of the priest?"

Another great example of my perpetual foot-in-mouth disease.

But at least the Yanks won.