One non sequitur at a time.
Sane as Drunk

Catholics say to pray to St. Anthony for help finding something you’ve lost. They have a saint for everything. My problem when I was younger was… I could never remember which saint went with what… Now I don’t have to remember all the saints’ names. Now I just pray to Neen.

I lost my nose ring amongst my sheets. It’s a tiny little stud and I looked for it for a good 15 minutes before I thought to pray. I’m not one to pray at every turn. But I asked my Aunt Jeanine if she could help me out. I went downstairs to grab a cookie… came back to my room. And there it was.

Call it coincidence if you want, but I’m going to believe that it was her.

Thanks, Neen. Now we need to work on my teddy bear…