I'm really behind on the blogging and I'm sorry. Newsflash: THIS SHOULD NOT BE NEWS. I've said that for at least the last half-dozen posts. And I am sorry. I shall repent. Good thing the season of repentance is upon us.
I could lie and say that I've been out of town for quite some time and that is why I haven't posted, but then again, lying is a sin and I shall refrain...for it is also the season of salvation. You get where I'm going with this...The Season.
So you will have to wait until tomorrow where I will chronicle my trip to one of our border states: Arkansas! As a teaser - it was full of many things including a date proposal, 12-year-old immaturity, a large quantity of Tollhouse consumption, and more hicks than my state has seen in the last 4 decades. Yes, it was that good.
For now, my post will be about The Season. I'm looking forward to Easter for many reasons. I enjoy church on Sunday, contemplating my iniquities and His sovereignty, time with family, and gorging myself with more ham than a linebacker can eat. Yes, it has happened...ask my sister-in-law who witnessed this event last Easter first-hand. I think she was truly amazed at how much honey-glazed, spiral sliced goodness I can pack away.
I also look forward to Easter presents from my mom...I mean the Easter Bunny...and those ALWAYS include egg-shaped gum, Hershey's chocolate eggs with the pastel foil, a hollow chocolate bunny, a sweet card, and if I'm lucky...a non-edible Easter present!
You know what I do not enjoy for Easter? PEEPS.
Jesus does not pardon Peeps. They are NOT the reason for the season. I bet they are the reason there is A LOT of pink and yellow foam throw-up come Easter Sunday around noon.
Peeps overdose. Gag a maggot.
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