Easter isn’t a holiday we celebrate with much zeal in my family. I think it’s probably because it was the first holiday we had to face post-death of my Pappap. Occasionally, depending on her social state, my mom will suggest having dinner at her house, but it’s usually pretty low-key. Which is fine. Since we’re still not speaking, this is one of those half-assed Easters. Which is also fine. Chooch got his basket though, and that’s all he really cares about so my job is done for the day.
Earlier, I sent Henry to the basement to look for an old cake pedestal for the lamb cake. While he was down there, he found this old photo album of family pets that I put together when I was a kid. Inside, there was a picture of my brother Ryan and our husky Blitz from Easter ’87 and how apropos, right?
What a weak Easter basket. Mine were always lofty vessels of quality candy and My Little Ponys. But that was back when my mom still liked me.
Yesterday, I found one of me with the Easter Bunny from 1997. (I’m disappointed that no one coughed any of theirs up as an entry for the eye shadow giveaway.)
Easter is pretty lame now. We don’t even hide Chooch’s basket. I’d like to say that I plan on changing that for next year, but I have pretty severe holiday apathy.
But have a great one, anyway!