Happy Easter

"Oh shit, I'm going to spend Easter alone," was one of the thoughts that passed through my mind a few days ago when one of my coworkers told me she was taking Friday off to drive home for Easter. As I sat at my desk planning what I'd cook for Sunday, I got an email from Chrissy asking me if I wanted to spend Easter with her, her roommate Julie, and another friend, as they would not be spending Easter with family, too.

Good times.







We decided to have brunch at the Cheesecake Factory. I had the Eggs Benedict with smoked salmon, tomatos, onions, and a vanilla bean cheesecake for dessert. Chrissy and I had Mimosas 'cept she ended up finishing mine because it made my body feel all tingly. I had a great time, I even got semi-dressed up for this brunch. Instead of sneakers I wore boots. Afterwards, I went home and went straight to bed. A few hours later I got up and moved furniture around. I dismantled and moved my gigantic desk ALL BY MY LONESOME to another room. I've got scratches all over my legs from doing so. 'Course I guess that's what happens when you move gigantic desks in your underwear.

I'm not in a typeative mood. I want to talk about the Terri Schiavo ordeal but I can't seem to get my thoughts in order.

Anyway, God Bless you and yours, and Happy Easter.