The Episcopal Diocese of Mississippi just pissed me off.

The Major Dude and I have been looking for some pastoral counseling and simple visits for Charles since Thursday, and after five calls I just got handed off to St. Phillips, where the priest was on vacation and the woman at the desk is an insensitive bitch.

Enough.

You wonder why I don't like churches.

UPDATE: And hell, no, the boy don't need a Southern Baptist. But at least they'd show up.