This post was inspired by a conversation between my girlfriend and I. We moved into her grandmother's house when we moved to Idaho, and had to pack up grandma's things before we could unpack our stuff. One thing grandma had more than anything else: Jesus. es.
Jesus figurines, Jesus pictures, Jesus everywhere.
And from a smart-ass perspective, I was amused because no two Jesuses looked the same. It was like Jesus snowflakes.
When we finished packing, we had a "Big ol' box-o-Jesus." Reminiscing about that box, the conversation that inspired this epic post began.
Me: "So what exactly is the proper plural of Jesus? Jesuses? Jesuseseses? Jesusii?"
Her: "I'm not sure. But it really doesn't matter. The wonderful thing about Jesus is he's the only one."
And then, synapses in my brain began to fire rapidly.
This was the result:
Once the avalanche started, I couldn't stop. I was singing "oh the wonderful thing about Jesuses, is Jesuses are wonderful things. Their tops are made of salvation, their bottoms are made out of miracles."
And so on.
Images of Jesus bouncing on Pooh and Rabbit came flooding into my mind.
|This picture didn't look right before I photoshopped it,|
and it certainly doesn't look right now.
Anyway, happy Easter. For me, it will never be the same.