it's lent, mon!

the born-again jamaican bible thumpers came into work today with ashes. after they all decompressed, around my centrally located cube, they went over their sanctimonious i-can-out-do-you lenten sacrifices. 'i'm giving up chocolate. i do love my chocolate, but i love my savior lord jesus christ almighty more.' met with 'mmm hmm's. 'i'm giving up all products made with flour. breads, pastas, everything.' [i'd last ten minutes.] after some more of this verbal masturbation, and an undecided by one (because she rationalized that she can take a few more days to think about it) the ringleader, this pain-in-the-ass (who is actually catholic) saw me rolling my eyes and started in:

'child, what the hell you so smug at? what you giving up for lent?'
'monogamy.'

and they all went back into their cubes and left me alone the rest of the morning. tra la dee da...