Early today, the crucifix that hangs in our bedroom on the attic door, the one blessed by Father Weary, was completely broke and off the door. No one can get into our bedroom, but us because we always have it locked.
Then later in the day, while a few of us were downstairs and our oldest daughter was upstairs, in her room, our youngest daughter went to the bathroom and came running downstairs telling us that the sink was overflowing and when we went to check it out, it was completly overflowed and a big puddle on the bathroom floor.
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