It is Friday. Good.

I have been asked about eleven dozen times, “what are you doing this weekend for Easter?”

I just realized that polite conversation in my office apparently bugs me, see here and here for examples.

I am usually flip with my response and say something like, “probably catch up on some much needed sleep, exercise (eyes rolling, head shaking) and devil worshiping. Or, I might spend a few hours searching for my apartment through the jungle of dirty clothes, junk mail and cat hair.”

Truth is, I don’t have plans and I don’t really feel compelled to make plans. Don’t get me wrong, I love spending time with my family and I love eating ham, but there isn’t a need to have a holiday as an excuse to do these things. I will make time to do that... truly I will. (that is directed at you mom...love you).

Having grown up celebrating Easter strictly in the eating-lots-of-candy-from-a-basket-found-in-the-oven sort of house hold, I never placed a ton of importance on this holiday anyway. We seldom went to church on Easter Sunday unless a grandparent took us, so I don’t feel any religious ties to this Sunday or today (Good Friday). This weekend is just a weekend to me really.



So, since my family is probably the only audience I have… Happy Weekend and Happy Easter!


I miss you all… I also miss ham and chocolate in a basket, if you feel compelled to send either my way – I won’t mind!

Mom, sorry this says ass... bum and booty and butt are just not as funny.