I’m Catholic, technically,
but fully admit that I’m not at all Catholic.
However, in a moment of religious fervor, I decided that Lent is a pretty good idea. I mean, giving up something excessive for the sake of understanding that you don’t need it is an exercise in self-control and a reminder that we live in a world of obscene abundance.
My friend Erin is currently sweating it out in Benin, Africa as a Peace Corps volunteer, bathing out of ceramic pots. So, it’s pretty much the least I could do to put the kabbash on the vending machine.
The vending machine and I have had a tumultuous relationship, at best. We’ve had our ups and downs, but mostly downs. Nothing from the vending machine tastes good. Nothing from the vending machine makes me feel good.
After a particularly rough “Fat Ash Wednesday”, I’ve joined up on this lenten hootenanny and sworn off those terrible, horrible, no good, very bad chips, and chocolates, and fruit snacks for the next 39 days.
But really, I hope this is the Lent that never ends.
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