Messages from nuns...

I think I got some of them a little mixed up. Like they convinced me so strongly of the need to confess my sins, I sometimes went to confession AND MADE STUFF UP!

Oh, and our (unauthorized) version of "no-neck" was "If you wanna buy lovin', find a hooker!"

And here's another "message" I picked up. What I remember most about our nuns were the way they smelled. They spent so much time running off mimeograph papers that they smelled like the ink! The kids would be horsing around in the classroom, but I never got to join in. I had to stand guard by the door, because they depended on my nose to tell us when Sister Mary Elizabeth was coming back.
I loved that cantankerous old woman, and I STILL have a weird affection for ink/dye smells!