Easter Sunday

What a delightful little holiday Easter is. Pretty eggs, and pastel colors, and little kids all dressed up, it's just such a sweet spring holiday. My family packed up and headed to the Black Hills to celebrate. We just didn't like the idea of having a weekend full of 70 degree weather so instead we went to South Dakota where a surprise spring blizzard was underway. I mean I sure wasn't ready to be done with winter, so I needed one more fix and this past weekend did just the trick. And that tricky little Devil was up to no good trying to get the Wolfes and LaFleurs to miss church on Sunday. First the man at the hotel desk gave us the wrong start time, then the outside of the church had the wrong posted time and finally we arrived about 45 minutes into service, which in a Catholic service is about 75% of the way through. Well thanks to Bill and his emergency Catholic hotline we were able to find a church 30 miles away with a time we could make. I mean missing Easter Sunday mass would have landed us all at least a month in purgatory, if not more, it's right up there with Christmas mass and Ash Wednesday. And given the fact that I had recently increased my stay in ol purg because of the fact I accidentally missed Palm Sunday this year I knew I had to go. Spending even an hour in purgatory with all of the pervert priests in the world is an hour too many if you ask me. I just hope children aren't allowed in purg because suddenly it becomes more of heaven to all of the pedo priests rather than a punishment. Now catholics don't get your panties in a bunch if you're reading this, I am only halfway kidding. I say halfway because we all know it's true. I mean everybody knows that when a catholic church is struggling to get a good priest to come to their parish they simply start choosing better looking altar boys. It's common sense.