Ha! I am giving up nothing (beyond those things that I already freaking gave up) for Lent this year.

Normally, I give up meat and booze.

Normally, I give up meat and booze.

Heh. I remember how the booze-abstaining came crashing to a halt last year thanks to the fucking WB execs. (Or was it FOX?)

You call cats by "psspsspss"

Normally, I give up meat and booze.

This is a straight line, right? The preggers lady is giving us a straight line.

This weekend we gave my son a computer. He favorite thing to do on the computer is just to type words he knows how to spell. I also got Midtown Madness for my daughter and it is an absolute hoot to watch her tearing around the streets of downtown Chicago.

Jim calls cats correctly.

You call cats by "psspsspss"

I'm with Jim. And it's not like they come when they're called anyway.

My parents also try to go to church everyday during Lent as Catholics, as was beaten into them by the nuns.

I'm, pretty sure Italian Beef is a Chicago thing -- I've never had it either.

I am SLOWLY getting over my raw tomato fear, and will now eat them as long as there's a stronger flavor in the dish. So I'll eat alla caprese, that steakhouse salad with iceberg lettuce and blue cheese, salsa and pasta salads with cherry tomatoes, and even sometimes refrain from pulling bland winter-y tomatoes off sandwiches, as they're mostly flavorless anyhow. I still don't understand the appeal of the raw, unadorned tomato, but that just means more for everyone else.

Heh. I remember how the booze-abstaining came crashing to a halt last year thanks to the fucking WB execs. (Or was it FOX?)

I think last year, I either didn't bother or gave up sweets. I'd have to check the logs. I know that the year before that, I cheerfully pulled my "get out of Lent free" card when we went to war, because no way in hell I wasn't self-medicating through THAT.

Now, of course, I have so many restrictions that giving up anything else for non-medical reasons makes the kind of sense that's not.

This year, for my birthday, I'm going to want to have good sushi, rare steak, and salad with bleu cheese crumbled on it, all washed down with a healthy mug of beer. Then for dessert, I shall eat cookie dough.

Gus, are you anti-flair? Say it ain't so.