Today is Palm Sunday, one of my favorite holidays of the year, because it reminds us how t
The more I think about it, my story actually is a lot like the Jesus one. They didn't have polls in those days, but I'm sure Judas was in charge of public relations and kept reporting that they had plenty of votes to carry Jerusalem, too. Look how that turned out. Not good. One week later, Jesus was hanging around the capitol, too, but not the way he had planned, either. See the similarities? This is a lot like the Kennedy-Lincoln thing!
And there's more:
During the you-know-what, when I was
I like to think of myself as the first female Jesus. I don't think that's so out of line, either. I am kind. I am generous. I like to wear robes. And to be perfectly honest, I enjoy
The only real difference between Jesus and me is that on Palm Sunday, nobody throws down palm fronds in my path or praises me by shouting, "Hosanna!" Bill says the arabs won't send any more palm fronds because FedEx charges too much. The only praises I hear are from Bessie, but I'm pretty sure she's muttering, "Hose bag." It's just not the same.
Dr. Morell says that I should not go to church to observe Palm Sunday, which is fine with me, since we're still not sure if the side-effects of Abilify will manifest as diarrhea or extreme suicidal thoughts. We have a little side bet on that one. I've also noticed all my belts and shoelaces are missing.