All due respect to my Catholic/Christian friends, but when I realized today was Palm Sunday, my first thought was “Hey, that’s a great name for a Sunday spanking party.”
I shared this thought with John, who immediately feigned indignation. “You’re terrible. That’s sacrilege. Steve’s going to hear about this.”
Please. At the moment, Steve is in the middle of nowhere (i.e., Coachella Valley) at a music festival, camping out with thousands of other people whose sanity I question seriously. After three days of no sleep and pretending he’s 18 again, I reckon he’s going to feel more like he’s 80. So I’m not worried. :-Þ
Besides, I’m an equal opportunity blasphemer. Tomorrow is the first day of “my people’s” big important holiday. I could sure go for a Passover satyr.
What? Did I say something wrong?