When a pipe breaks. As you’re going to bed. On a Friday. At midnight. True story.
What I also love is when you ask St. Rita for reconciliation with a family member you haven’t heard from in three years and he actually replies to a text.
I’ve got a plumber on speed dial and the Saint of the impossible too!
Dei Gratias!
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