Not to re-hash the past or anything...
Back in Indiana, I had a boyfriend. Boyfriend's mother hated me. For many reasons, none of them particularly logical, I might add. Her original beef with me (other than the fact that I was dating her son) was that I wore too many black shirts. Or something. And it just went downhill from there.
It didn't help matters that I am a rather blunt, flippant person, and sometimes make offhand remarks that really offend hypersensitive and illogical people people with delicate sensibilities. Lifelong enmity was established after Pope John Paul's death, when I absentmindedly made the remark to Boyfriend's mother that I didn't see what all the fuss was about; after all, it was just a stupid man in a stupid hat.
Never underestimate the lack of logic in a lapsed Catholic. You don't go to church for years, don't do confession or Lent or any sort of thing, but god forbid I mock your pope-man. Boyfriend's mom eventually became (Ex) Boyfriend's mom (such a devoted Catholic, she was, she ended up going evangelical Protestant) who threw a party in her heart the day we parted ways. Little children, love one another, and all that.
Water under the bridge, now...
...except Busted Tees.com is trying to start World War III here. Because there's a shirt that I think would be just perfect for letting her know there's no hard feelings:
