Give, no take-backs.

TESS: What are you giving up for Lent?

JETT: Hope. It’s an entirely nasty habit and addiction of mine.

Tess is pushing me to surrender up something for Lent.

I am pushing her off of a cliff.

I keed, I keed. After two weeks of thinking and thinking, I came up with something divinely simple and brilliant this morning: I will stop biting my nails. I will kick a nasty habit, and in its stead there will be something attractive. Isn’t that the point of Lenten observation?

In thirty-five years on this planet I’ve never seen my (gr)own fingernails, really. If I’ve had long ones, it’s because I or somebody else spent good money having them wrapped, acrylicced or gelled on. There will be photographic evidence to support my progress upon the start of this endeavor. I warn you now, though…the present state of my nails is not for the faint of heart. They, my swearing and this keyboard are the three biggest buffers between me and a homicide rap.