Now I’m even being spammed by God.
I will never again refer to Easter – even just in my own thoughts – as “the day the Holy Bunny pooped colored eggs and then died for our sins.”
It’s entirely possible there was some “name in vain” action last week when I saw that flock of free range geezers in speedos at the Y, but I think even the Pope would grant me dispensation for that. Gads.
I’m going back to bed. Wake me when it’s Wednesday.