Correct me if I’m wrong, but aren’t they all good? 😉 

I know that typically it’s a day of fasting and penance, to commemorate the crucifixion of Jesus, that he gave up his life for our sins, and I feel somewhat guilty that I really had a wonderful day. But that’s human nature, I suppose.
This one was especially good because it was the first time in my entire working life I was not working!!! My place of employment was CLOSED. Heck to the yes. So I took full advantage. I acted like a normal human with a holiday: I cleaned house, watched a few episodes of Designing Women, then I met some friends at the movies. I drew a blank while purchasing my ticket, which did not amuse the ticketseller. Sigh. After saying, “It’s got animals…it’s set in World War II…” I was able to spit out triumphantly, “The Zookeeper’s Wife!” 

I thought we were going to be the only people in the theater, but then a couple came in, followed shortly by some guy going on about “sitting right behind them & kicking their chairs.” Turns out, we knew him and his wife, and they recognized us before we saw them. They did indeed sit behind us, but there was no kicking. 

The movie was paralyzingly depressing, and it was no time (I think) before I was asleep. I can count on one hand all the times I’ve fallen asleep in a public place. Spanish class, for one. Study hall, for another (I had two study halls my senior year, and one was 1st period, so who could blame me?). Anyway, rumor has it I even snored, although Tracy assured me it was more of a gentle purr 😊 😽

I only woke up because I was cold, I’m pretty sure. That’s probably why they keep theaters so cold, or everybody would be asleep. And who could blame you? Those leather stadium seats are all cushy and cozy and the reclining option…almost like home! I had a sweater in Patsy, but didn’t take it in, and it’s probably a good thing, because look: 

Well. It says Parse Error on my picture. It’s just a picture of the tag. I would have been Minnie Pearl, and the source of ridicule for a few weeks. They’ll just have to come up with something else! (Rest assured, it shan’t take long. Tracy is coming for Easter, which is an endless well of Embarrassing Amy stories). 

Alrighty. After the snoozefest, we made our way over to Texas Roadhouse. I had eaten a meatball sub beforehand, so I was just down for margaritas and fried pickles. Yes, an odd combination. But I’m known for those. I have been known to eat only chocolate cake with beer at Chop House, and lemon cake and Moscato at Olive Garden. While we’re on the subject, have you had their lemon cake?!!?! It is out of this world. 

I took back roads all the way home, windows down, hair blowing madly. It was wonderful. I have fixed tacos for supper. We already had fish this week, in the form of shrimp scampi. It doesn’t take a crystal ball to see I’m gonna have some serious heartburn tonight. Better go ahead and hunt up the generic peppermint Zantac and sit on the porch awhile.

So that was my best Good Friday ever. While some people were practicing restraint and being spiritual, I couldn’t be more content. At least I did fast something. And in my past life, Good Friday wasn’t gobs and scads of fun at the Co-op, it’s the equivalent of Black Friday, essentially. Gotta get them taters and onions in the ground. And the moon was full night before last, so according to the signs, you best git with it. I think. I can’t really remember. But I do know the crappie are biting right now. So if you didn’t spend the day in the garden, maybe you spent it on the boat. Or maybe you spent it in a bitterly cold movie theater, snuggled in among friends, snoring away.

Happy Easter, my friends. 

Luke 23:27-28 And a great multitude of the people followed Him, and women who also mourned and lamented Him. But Jesus, turning to them, said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for Me, but weep for yourselves and for your children.”

Luke 23: 44-46 Now it was about the sixth hour, and there was darkness over all the earth until the ninth hour. Then the sun was darkened, and the veil of the temple was torn in two. And when Jesus had cried out with a loud voice, He said, “Father, ‘into Your hands I commit My spirit.’” Having said this, He breathed His last.

Luke 24: 1-9 Now on the first day of the week, very early in the morning, they, and certain other women with them, came to the tomb bringing the spices which they had prepared. But they found the stone rolled away from the tomb. Then they went in and did not find the body of the Lord Jesus. And it happened, as they were greatly perplexed about this, that behold, two men stood by them in shining garments. Then, as they were afraid and bowed their faces to the earth, they said to them, “Why do you seek the living among the dead? He is not here, but is risen! Remember how He spoke to you when He was still in Galilee, saying, ‘The Son of Man must be delivered into the hands of sinful men, and be crucified, and the third day rise again.’”

And they remembered His words. Then they returned from the tomb and told all these things to the eleven and to all the rest. 

I’ve heard people say, “be careful of your words, and of your actions, for you may be the only Bible some people read.” I should be more careful. Heaven help you if I’m the only Bible you read. I’m a poor example of a Christian. I do strive to be truthful. Once, one of my favorite customers (and people in general), Ray Ball, told a new customer of mine: “All I know is, if Amy tells you it’s Easter, you better start huntin’ eggs.” Now Ray-there’s a perfect example of a good Christian. I am blessed to know him. I encourage you to open your heart to Jesus, and I promise you it will change your life. You’ve got nothing to lose, and everything to gain.