the finer dandy

I was just in the bathroom here at work and while at the urinal I let out a muffled fart.

Aren’t you glad I shared that with you?

Speaking of sharing and farts, we are in the middle of the glorious season of Lent. I didn’t realize it was Lent until I saw a bunch of people with black smudged foreheads on Ash Wednesday while I was in New York a couple of weeks ago.

Of course, the tradition of Lent is to not eat meat on Fridays (instead you opt for fish or some type of seafood) and to give something up until Easter.

I like how during Lent, a lot of my friends all of sudden become Catholic even though they haven’t been to church in years. One friend gave up Myspace and Facebook while another friend gave up chocolate. I gave up nothing.

What’s the point? I haven’t been to church in years and by the time I decide something to give up, Easter will be here and kids will be hunting for eggs and the Easter Bunny will creepily haunt malls across America - just as Jesus wanted to celebrate his death and resurrection.

It’s not that I don’t have faith. I was raised Catholic, but like many other who have unintentionally abandoned their religion, I refer to myself as “spiritual” rather than “religious.” That is basically code for “I don’t go to church, but I don’t want any type of God to strike me down for not doing so.”

So while you are watching those commercials for Wendy’s fish filet sandwiches and avoiding the temptations to back pedal on your temoprary sacrifices, I wish you a prosperous Lent.