Hallelujah

I was thinking today that it would make sense for the traditional Easter dessert to be some kind of soufflé. You know, because it is risen.

Also, I am proud of myself for resisting the urge, as I drove past an emptying church this morning, to roll down the window and ask the church-goers if Jesus saw his shadow, meaning six more weeks of Godlessness.

Apologies to practicing Christian-types who might read this. Just messing around, not trying to belittle your messaiah.

Happy Easter, everyone. And if you're looking for a good Easter laugh, you should read Me talk Pretty One Day by David Sedaris. There is a hilarious story about the author and his fellow French-second-language students in france trying to explain Easter in broken French to a Muslim classmate. "He nice, the Jesus."