God, another Easter.

I hate Easter. I am an agnostic going on bhuddist and my grandparents are very strongly religious. Until a few years ago when I wised up I went dutifully with them every Sunday and Wednesday to the pentecostal church down the highway like a good little girl. I even went to church camp once. I've been having a hard time with that side of the family ever since.
Today would have gone over just fine if it hadn't been for the fact that my grandmother was in the Easter play at the church. I and my mom were gonna stay home. My dad had to go because she is his mother and Liza was going because she is the only one who goes to church any more.
Mom was afraid she would catch fire as soon as she walked into the church and she and I were joking about the whole thing. During one of the bits where the crowd was accusing the guy that was playing Jesus we were reciting lines from The Holy Grail's Witch Scene.
"She turned me into a newt! . . . I got better."
"She's a witch! Burn 'er!"
"Well, we did do the nose and the hat, but she is a witch!"
And the part where Jesus was on the cross I said, "If you took the nails from Jesus's hands, wouldn't he say 'The feet! The feet!'"
The pastor said something about "Just going to an Easter play doesn't make you a Christian," and Mom said "Good thing, because if it did, we'd be up a creek."
We were the only two going to hell in the whole place. All those people from the past that used to know me saying "Oh, hi! How are you? You've gotten so big." and me going, "Oh, yeah. Hi . . ." and averting my eyes and thinking "I've acctually lost wieght, thank you." Jeez I hate it when I have to go back to that place.
The shirt I was wearing is apropriate though. It's got Medusa and a couple harpies on it. 'S all about the Greeks, baby. Ah, well, I survived. No flamage, I'll live to see another badly acted Easter play.
Did go eat at my great grandma's. That was a definate plus to Easter.
---whoda bhudda?