Fat Tuesday
It's days like these I really wish I were in New Orleans. Not because I'm bored and think San Antonio could be a livelier city. Not because I could be getting nekkid with the natives for oodles of beads, though honestly that's so last year.
It's because Lent starts tomorrow, and The Powers That Be have decided to drop Girl Scout cookies in my lap. Oh, fate can be so cruel!
Now, I'm a true believer in the whole "giving up material things" as being petty. As a non-practicing Catholic trying to jump back into the fray, I always try to do something worthwhile. Afterall, Lent is about suffering and repentance, and suffering, and have I mentioned suffering.
I've always seen it as a way to cleanse the soul so to speak, and as per usual I think I will yet again pledge to do an act of kindness everyday and try not to be so much of a smart ass. It will not apply to this blog! I revel in my miserable attempts at sarcasm.
As for the petty, well my roommate is going to make me give up something. I gave up Dr. Pepper last time. Maybe coffee or sodas in general? Or nothing at all?
PS. In the comments, I'm not replying to myself. My mother and I have the same name, and she decided to make an appearance. ;-)
