Tonight, I was trying to get the kids dinner on the table and had just popped open a little Miller Lite (oh, I love the new 8 ounce cans--perfect size). The doorbell rings and without thinking I open the door with beer in hand.
On the other side, are two men in white shirts and ties. One guy says, "Good evening, we are missionaries with the Latter Day Saints. We'd like to share a story with you."
I reply with "Sorry I am feeding my kids dinner." <Laughing that I am holding my beer>
"Can we come back at a more appropriarte time?" he asks.
To which I salute my beer and replied "I am proud to be Catholic, thank you very much" as I shut the door.