You know down in Catholic portions of Louisiana we often begin our sermons and our worship with a confession or somebody’s confession!
Boudreaux, A Cajun, who lived deep in the swampy area of Louisiana, was feeling guilty, so he went to Confession.
Boudreaux: “Father, I tink you ought to know that I kinda took a leetle lumber from dat new construction site a coupla weeks ago.”
Priest: “What did you do with the lumber, my son?”
Boudreaux: “Well, Father, my porch, she’s had dis big hole for a long time. I’m ‘fraid someone will break dey laig, so I fix de hole.”
Priest: “Well, that’s not so bad.”
Boudreaux: “Well, Father, I had a leetle lumber left.”
Priest: “What did you do with it?”
Boudreaux: “Well, my poor dog, Phideaux, he ain’t never had no place to get outta do weather, so I make him his own leetle doghouse.”
Priest: “OK, anything else?”
Boudreaux: “Well, Father, I had a leetle lumber left. So you know, my pick’em up truck, she aint’s never had no place to get outtta de weather either, so I make her a two car garage.”
Priest: “Now, this is getting out of hand.”
Boudreaux: “Well, Father, I still had a leetle lumber left.”
Boudreaux: “Well, my wife, she always want a bigger house. So I add two bedrooms and I make a new bat’room too.”
Priest: “OK, Boudreaux. That’s definitely too much. For your penance, you are going to have to make a Novena. You do know how to make a Novena, don’t you?”
Boudreaux: “No Father, I don’t…but if you got de plans, I got de lumber!”