Good Friday

I should wish everyone who believes in Good Friday a Happy Good Friday.

I don’t get it though.  Why not just say Happy Day in Which Your Personal Savior was Slaughtered Like an Animal in the Most Humiliating and Agonizingly Painful Way Possible in Front of the Whole Entire City?

Stick to Easter.  Or what non believers call, The Day Your Personal Savior Came Back From the Dead as a Zombie.  How do you moan, “braaaiinnnns” in Aramaic?  What about Hebrew and Greek?

We usually do family things on Easter Sunday.  This year I’m on call so Jen and I are just going to stay home.  The kids are with their dad this weekend so there won’t even be Bunny festivities, zombie or otherwise.

I find some humor in the fact that this year Easter Sunday is immediately followed by April Fools Day on Monday.

For years I have been on the fence as to what if anything Easter really means to me.  This year it’s just another day for me.  I am much more excited about next weekend, when the kids have some huge events to participate in.  There’s no doubt in my mind as to the reality and importance of next weekend.

I don’t know… maybe I’m just getting my butt whooped at work today and am in a crummy mood.  I don’t know.

Do you think there is any hidden meaning to the season finale of The Walking Dead taking place on Easter Sunday?  Does anyone care?

I don’t know.