Easter is not my favorite holiday. I have as many memories of my parents fighting or forgetting the holiday as I do of egg hunts or chocoate bunnies. By now, it’s an obligation to travel and a minefield of chocolate and peeps and cheesy potatoes.
This year was a gem. My mother and I ended up in a monster fight about absolutely nothing. Some of it was the same old emotional destruction, but I honestly think some of it was due to pie. We’d had pie and ice cream and I think we were crashing and cranky. Watching my toddler niece the next day, all I could think was that her behavior would have fit right in.
I ate too many gummy candies, but otherwise I did OK. And now we’re through the food-based holiday season. thank goodness.
I don’t have much to say, but it’s weigh-in day, so here you go.