I yell stomp, and I trample shit

Last night at dinner with Boyfriend's family we talked about Boyfriend's mom's family-- she's one of fourteen siblings.

"Oh my God," I said, "Did she want that many? Some people do."

"No," she replied, "She was a good Catholic girl. Never said no."

Her husband butted in. "It's what I call a very good Catholic girl," he said.