April 16, 2017
It’s here. Our least favorite holiday of the year. This is our 9th Easter together, 4th Easter married – and our families still plan lunch at the same fucking time.
We are passive atheists. We don’t practice any religious ideologies nor do we waste time on the internet criticizing them. We are just happy to be here and ready to make the most of it. I personally believe that there is more after this (and there was more before this) but Jord is not so convinced. It’s okay, it doesn’t cause rifts or arguments. There’s no quantifiable evidence either way.
What does cause rifts and arguments is trying to delegate our time to our families each year.
So last year we said FUCK IT and we skipped it all, got a free pizza and played Portal 2 all day. It was the best day.
But not this year, my Nana got smart – says we’re celebrating our April birthdays on Easter now – and I can’t abandon that in good conscience.
So this morning we woke up, opened the windows for the cats and made a hilariously circular breakfast of fried eggs and gravy biscuits.
Suddenly my square plates look so out of place. I remember being 19 and crazy about Alexa’s mother’s red square plates. I always told her I’d have my own one day. They were on our wedding registry but she opted for the waffle maker instead. We should make waffles next week…
This year I opted for a jumper in place of an Easter dress. I used to get a new dress every year but now I have trouble finding the point. I found a really great jumper at Target that I don’t have to wear a bra with or anything and it’s got my colors. I’m pale so I have to be careful with these things.
Aside from being perfect, it’s also racy as hell because when I bend over my butt hangs out of it. Happy Easter to y’all. But yeah this jumper was all fun and games until I remembered that I have to take it off to pee.
We had some time to kill so he had a little photo shoot with the selfie stick and cut some fresh roses from our bushes.
We got to Nana’s early (as usual) and Pawpaw took me up to his garage to scout for some things I might want for the house. I found a bunch of paintings my great grandmother did and loaded them up. I can’t wait to hang them on my walls and tell the kids their great great grandmother painted those flowers and rams.
Nana and pawpaw always cook a feast regardless of the true occasion. Today there’s three occasions so there was chicken and steak and shrimp accompanied by veggies and rolls and a cookie cake and the bunny cake.
Can’t remember a year that the bunny cake didn’t make an appearance. My aunt does, however, and she says my mom threw a fit. Per request, he’s become chocolate over the years and the coconut has migrated to the side of the pan as grass rather than on him as fur. He is delicious this way.
Our conversations included the recent church shooting down the street (my two cents says they were in an argument over whether Jesus was married to Mary Magdalene or not), why there is plum and prune juice but not grape and raisin juice, lizard sex complete with demonstration, how that ice cream makes cake “gooder,” and how much helium it would take to kill you. Also we all practiced archery together. (Jord showed off his skills but held back for the sake of fun) (also I really love watching him interact with the boys and teach them things)
I think I much like birthday-easter more than regular Easter.