I hope all of you are recovered from the day that was Super Fat Tuesday (which is what I kept calling it in my head anyway), whether it be from taking in all the election results or, if you were hungry and in the right place, all the gumbo. Part of my job was to watch the events of the day unfold, but even if I wasn't employed at this particular locale, I would have kept my eyes and ears on the TV just the same, because all this excitement over the primaries was infectious. Yes, I said 'infectious.' Didn't you think so?
Now that yesterday is said and done, let us turn our thoughts to Lent. Are you giving up anything? As a lapsed Catholic I don't hold myself to this practice as much as before, and that was when I was a kid and wanted to give up things like homework. I've tried not swearing, not eating chocolate, and even attempted being more patient with others; I was successful at the first two, and...not so much with the last one. Hey - driving in L.A. will do that to a person.
Blogless Sara said at SnB last night that she was going to not buy yarn for Lent, but that she didn't have to stick to this too much being that she is Jewish and all. I thought that was a good Lenten sacrifice for a yarn-minded person like myself, so I think I will give it a shot. This plus not swearing, AGAIN.
Finally, let me end this post with a photo:
Blogless Johnnie made a King Cake for Mardi Gras and guess who found the Baby Jesus in her piece? That's right,
bitches (shoot, does swearing in a post count?) - ME. ME ME ME ME ME. I found the Big Baby Jesus! Cue me doing the Big Baby Jesus dance (RIP, ODB). This means I will have good luck for the rest of the year! Thank goodness for that because I certainly could use it. This also means that I am responsible for bringing the King Cake next year, so I will have to ask for Johnnie's help in making one - even if she did steal all my money and belongings and stabbed me in the back or something while we were on the Oregon Trail (sorry - this is a Facebook-related joke if you don't know.)