Marshmallow Peeps, Fire & Brimstone

Did I mention? I am going to hell in a basket. Well, to be more precise, a life-sized Easter basket full of all that fake grass and lots of Reese's peanut butter eggs so that my thighs are sure to be nice and chunky for eternity. I watched television again. And enjoyed it. I am contemplating giving up, but that seems so assanine since in a week I will be able to enjoy my tube at my leisure. I need help. Maybe I should send God an email (he's high tech you know). Please pray for me. Why is it when things get beyond (fill in the blank), then you want to throw it to God? Why not throw it to Him before you make a mess of things? Good question. My answer - I don't know.