Forgive me blondes for I have sinned. It has been several months since my last confess.., er, post. I seductively drape myself on the altar of your compassion and forgiveness and shall perform such penance as is required.
As always, on Sunday, a thought on religion for those searching for that voice in their head. (Hint: ignore the screaming one.)
For me it is a toss up between the Church of Apathieism, the Church of Least Resistance and the Church of Hank.
Recently I have come to acquire a small cast iron pig with wings that I have come to believe has the answer to all of lifes questions.
Questions such as "Will I get that raise?" and "Will Brad Pitt ever love me?". The answer is embodied in the flying pig.
But those are just small potatoes in the cosmic patch. Questions such as "Will there ever be peace in the Middle East?" and "Will W ever tell truth?" are also answered by the pig.
The fact this little pig needs her own little church has been tugging at my mind recently, and the service could be in Pig Latin. Any ideas?
Of course since it is Sunday, we could all just go worship the sun god and not worry about those ol' end times.