A Confession

Boudreaux was feeling guilty, so he went to confession. “Father, I kinda took a little lumber from that new construction site.”
Priest: “What did you do with the lumber, my son?”
Boudreaux: “Well, Father, my porch, she’s had a hole for a long time. I’m ‘fraid someone will break their leg, so I fix the hole.”
Priest: “Well, that’s not so bad.”
Boudreaux: “Well, Father, I had a little 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 the weather, so I make him his own little doghouse.”
Priest: “OK, anything else?”
Boudreaux: “Well, Father, I had a little lumber left. So you know, my truck, she ain’t never had no place to get outta de weather either, so I make her a two car garage.”
Priest: “Now, this is getting a little out of hand.”
Boudreaux: “Well, Father, I still had a little lumber left.”
Priest: “Yes?”
Boudreaux: “Well, my wife, she always want a bigger house. So I add two bedrooms and a new bathroom.”
Priest: “OK! 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… But, if you got the plans, I got the lumber.”