Arriving home at quarter to ten after a very long day at work, I lamented to The mister that I had yet to figure out what to give up for Lent. "I thought about giving up soda again, but I had a Diet Coke at ten this morning, so that idea is out. I thought about giving up sweets, but I grabbed a candy bar on my way to the basketball game tonight in lieu of dinner. I thought about giving up flour, but I had a leftover dinner roll with my salad at lunch today. Sigh. I don't know what to give up this year!"
"How about giving up popcorn? You love popcorn!" suggested my non-practicing Catholic husband.
"Yeah, well, I had popcorn at the basketball game."
"Ah, well, there goes that idea. How about grad school?!" he joked.
"While I would LOVE to give up grad school, that' snot very feasible at this moment. But I like your thinking! I guess the only thing left for me to give up for Lent is....sex!" I teased back.
"Sex?!? Wait, there must be another option!" he quickly replied. "Have you had an orange today?"
"An orange?" I asked. "Um, no. But I don't eat a lot of oranges, so that wouldn't really be much of a sacrifice..."
"Well, then, how about all tropical fruits?!"
"All tropical fruits?!? You think I should give up tropical fruits for Lent?!?"
"Well, it's a better option than giving up sex, that's for sure!"
"So when I get to the Pearly gates, I am going to have to look my Maker in the eye knowing that I gave up tropical fruits for Lent."
"I think He will be very proud of you."
I can always count on The Mister to make me laugh, and tonight he did just that, just when I needed it most. It' swell worth the sacrifice of pineapple on my pizza or a clementine in my lunch to laugh with The Mister.