Happeh Easta

Finally it's Friday, and I am looking forward to another holiday that gives me an excuse to fill myself full of the most fatty foods known to man. I do live in the South after all - if it doesn't give you indigestion, it's not cooked in enough Crisco.

However, as every good conservative does, I reflect this weekend on the crucifixion of Christ and His resurrection. And I sing hymns that the old people in my church know by heart, whereas I get lost in the second stanza.

Sadly, I'm ready for spring (and my allergies) to be over. Gimme the dead heat of summer, some a/c, and an empty pool at my apartment.



Happy Gorge-Yourself-With-Peeps-and-Chocolate Day!

Note to Self: Chocolate bunnies have no feelings. Even if they did, you could just eat their face first to muffle their screams...