I thought about going to see the Son of God movie. You know the one, where Jesus is this dreamboat of a guy. Seriously, have you seen the previews? I think it was a miracle that he had time for miracles in between all the time he must have spent at the gym and salon. They should have called it Jesus: The Original Metrosexual. In the end, I decided not to waste my time on this flick because I already know how it ends. And it’s a good thing he spent all that time on his triceps, because he’s going to need them…big time.