Today we are furiously cleaning the house because Easter brunch is here tomorrow. After that, I'm going to battle the holiday throngs at the grocery store. That's always my favorite part of any holiday - watching grown adults act like children in their panic to grab the ingredients of whatever family feast they're preparing.
Hallelujah! Get the hell out of my way.
More Good Friday Follies
I took the kids to the Living Stations of the Cross earlier today. If you're not Catholic, the Stations of the Cross follow the story of Jesus from the time he takes up the cross to the time his body is laid in the tomb. The "living" version is usually done on Good Friday and is acted out, in our case, by 8th graders at our school.
There was a WHOLE LOT OF GRUMBLING from Tide about his interrupted plans for a lazy Spring Break, involving laying on the couch watching Sports Center and watering his Farmville crops for eleven days straight and how INHUMANE I am for FORCING him to come with me to CHURCH. But when faced with the possibility of having his spring hockey season cancelled with one phone call, he BEGRUDGINGLY (look it up, his picture is there) got dressed and came with us.
The whole thing lasted about 30 minutes. When we got in the car, Tide shut the door and said "THAT WAS TORTURE."
I took a deep breath and said "You know what is TORTURE??? ACTUALLY GETTING CRUCIFIED. You know what ISN'T TORTURE? Going to your cushy suburban church and watching teenagers ACT OUT the crucifixion."
Then he rolled his eyes so hard I though for SURE were going to end up in the ER at the Wilmer Eye Institute to get his pupils surgically removed from the top of his brain.
And then, from the back of the car, Bounce yelled out "I think we should crucify him so he can see what torture really is."
And Cheer, like the good little Catholic he is, yelled out "Crucify him! Crucify him!" which is a line from the readings on Palm Sunday.
And I thought he wasn't paying attention in church.
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