I thought maybe the hurricane would blow Sister Bridgida over the rainbow back to her convent in Italy, where she’d hug the Mother Superior and say “There’s no place like Rome.”
And that would be the end of it. But now we have the Evil Eye.
This story is like Glenn Miller’s recording of “In the Mood” — you think it’s over… but then here’s another chorus… and another chorus… and another chorus… Stay tuned!
I thought maybe the hurricane would blow Sister Bridgida over the rainbow back to her convent in Italy, where she’d hug the Mother Superior and say “There’s no place like Rome.”
And that would be the end of it. But now we have the Evil Eye.
This story is like Glenn Miller’s recording of “In the Mood” — you think it’s over… but then here’s another chorus… and another chorus… and another chorus… Stay tuned!