“That was some meal, Maggie. I propose we do it again next year.”
He was the only one to laugh at his annual joke.
“Why do we celebrate only one of the deadly sins?”
The family looked puzzled.
“I’m talking about gluttony. That’s what this holiday is about. If we’re going to celebrate this deadly sin, why not the others? I propose a holiday for…”
He pauses for dramatic effect. Scanning the table to make sure he has everybody’s attention he then blurted his answer.
He nudges me.
“I bet you thought I was going to say something else.”
I smiled. He was right. I was thinking of a different sin.
“We could celebrate it in August. Nothing ever happens in August. We would do absolutely nothing, and I don’t mean like any normal Sunday”
Who would organize it and make it a federal holiday?” I ask sincerely.
My uncle smiled.
“I would but I’m too damn lazy.”