I regularly argue with my wallet.
It refuses to keep me in a style to which I aspire, and I refuse to accept it's refusal. I had Sunday and Monday off at Easter, and Tuesday was the annual Engineers picnic day. I came about as close to having a picnic as I did to attending Church, but had a marvellous time none the less.
I didn't buy Mrs A. an Easter egg, not out of any disrespect of the season, but out of fear of being blamed for what it will do to her hips. Also being Catholic, the egg motif should be anathema to her as it holds pre Christian Pagan symbolism. But it's mostly the hips.
If Jesus has anything to do with the hip scenario, then I think we can safely assume we are dealing with an Old Testament, vengeful God.
I think one of the horsemen of the Apocalypse is made from chocolate. He sits next to the one made from Tupperware.