2005-04-20 - 6:21 a.m.

So Scott leaves his radio alarm set to 5am, even on weekends. And the clock is set to go off in another room, but it's not too loud, so usually it goes off on Saturday and Sunday mornings and we just kind of doze through the hour until it shuts off.

But now on Sundays it's been airing a religious program at 5am, and while I can sleep through it no problem, Scott likes to wake up and make commentary through the whole thing.

So last Sunday I think they were talking about the second coming of Jesus Christ, I missed the first part so I'm not sure, but they kept talking about how all the animals were going to get along together, and not fight any more, and your dogs and cats would get along, etc.

And then they said how all the people would get along too, no fighting, and they would love each other and be proud of each other, and there would be no more killing, etc.

So Scott turns to me and says, "You know what that means... *Everyone* will be getting A+++'s in school, not just you."

"Well," I told him, "Maybe some people will get A+++ but some people will just get A's."

I thought about it some more.

"You know what else it means," I whispered to him. "No more chicken tacos."

"No more what?"

"Chicken tacos. Or pork chops. Or meatballs. Because there won't be any more killing. I'm not sure what everyone is going to eat, but it won't be chicken tacos."

So I went to pick up Buffy and take her to her Confirmation Class. On the way home I told her about the radio show.

"So you know what that means Buffy - No more chicken tacos."

"whuuuuuuuut?" said the teenager.

"When Jesus comes back. There won't be any more killing so there won't be any more chicken tacos. Or meatballs."

"WHAAAT? MOM!" she started to look indignant. "You can't say stuff like that! Be quiet!"

"No more meatballs Buffy. I'm not sure having Jesus come back is going to be such a good thing if I can't have any chicken tacos."

"MOOMMMMM! Stop! You can't say that! You're going to go to .... you know where! OHMIGOD! MOM! Stop!!!"

So I guess her Confirmation Classes are having *some* sort of effect on her, heh. Although I still think, you know, chicken tacos are pretty good things to have.

So Congrats to you Catholics on your new Pope. I'm not hearing a lot of enthusiasm about him, but, well, he's all yours. Good luck with him, heh.

I bet Jesus lets Methodists have chicken tacos. I bet he lets homosexuals have them too, but maybe that's just me.

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