Ah, the beginning of LINT! No, Not Lent, LINT!

That's right, L I N T!

Not L E N T! LINT!

At least that's how we said it in my house growing up. And considering the dietary demands of LINT, it's amazing none of us starved. I think Lint was the main course at some meals.Though I do miss my Mom's Potato soup, something every Irish Catholic Mom probably knows how to make.

Gee, I'm so looking forward to enjoying Fish every Friday, and abstaining from meat, at least until I forget and have a bowl of Chicken Noodle soup or something.

Look, lets face it. I'm probably going to be one of those people who can't get into Heaven or Hell, and I'll end up at some level of unearthly existence somewhere in between, working in the afterlife Bowling Alley/Bingo Hall, for fallen away Catholics.

When I'm not selling instant express ride to Heaven (Keno) tickets, I'll be working the colored pin get a strike go to heaven game on the lanes. Get a strike on a Red headpin, and go to hell, Get a strike on a blue head pin, and go to heaven. Get a strike on a Green or Black Head pin, and get a couple of decades commuted off your sentence.
In my afterlife of penance, I'm the head mechanic and clearing all the machine jams by myself. With my luck, There will be a ball stuck on lane 1, and a fire on lane 5002 at the other end at the same time.

I guess it could be worse. St Peter could sentence me to do my penance by writing a Blog about it!