I'm celebrating Fat Tuesday by being a fatass and consuming a piece of cherry pie. It's all for the greater good. Although I won't be fasting tomorrow (I'm sure God and the pope understand I have to consume 5000000 calories a day while nursing), I feel that at the very least I can give up eating sweets for a day. Plus, Jim will be fasting and I won't be inconsiderate and eat pie in front of him while he is hungry (you're welcome). I mean, someone has to eat this thing before it goes bad, right?
Tomorrow starts my favorite liturgical season: Fish Fry season.