Even Jesus Had a Doubting Thomas
Today is Fat Tuesday, the day all good Catholics live it up before beginning the arduous six-week period of self flagellation known as Lent. For 46 of the 52 weeks of the year, I don’t consider myself a very good Catholic but; I pride myself on my devotion to the Lenten ritual for those remaining six weeks.
Seriously, I am a Lent animal; I rock the meatless Fridays and, sacrifice? I am all about sacrifice. To the surprise of no one in my family, I will be giving up my beloved chocolate again this year.
In a surprising twist, however, I have also decided to refrain from drinking Diet Pepsi.
Don't feel bad for doubting me; Hugh doesn’t think I can do it, either. Nor, for the record, does The Teenager (will I ever get used to calling her that?). Hell, the Man-Cub, who is usually my biggest supporter, is dubious and, if I’m correct, my Dad just read my declaration and went pshaw.
Whatever, you doubters.
I can do it. I know I can because I’ve done it before, twice and, granted, I was incubating fetuses both times but; I’ve got the willpower and I have faith and, really, isn’t faith what Lent is all about?
Yes, yes it is.
On an unrelated and uninteresting note; I have also decided to grow out my current hairstyle.
Six weeks of bad hair days, no chocolate and no Diet Pepsi, surrounded by people who have no faith in me.
I am going to be so pleasant to be around.
Isn’t my family lucky?