Upon An Easter Dark & Dreary...
The Easter weekend has fallen upon us once again. In the last few years, I've found that I appreciate the Easter holidays for a rather unique reason. It's not religious. It's not because of any familial gatherings. It's because the malls are closed for the Friday and Sunday, guaranteeing me two days (not back to back, mind you, but I'm not about to raise a ruckus over it) wherein I do not have to worry about the store, period.
Hooray for an inherent absence of flying monkey tirades!
All in all, the weekend has gone off rather well. Gary was down for the Friday, and Saturday night saw the last major family & friends gathering we'll have before my sister heads off to Holland for two months. (They have exchange programs for hospitals too, apparently.)
Two days off and 26 episodes of
Angelic Layer later, I sit here contemplating a napping Mel in the living room, and the dreadfully abysmal skies outside my window. I am disliking the recent "fuck you" dance Winter is performing on our front lawn. I think it needs to be shot. Many times. With many large calibre weapons. And then tossed into a wood chipper and used as fertilizer for the budding flowers of spring.
(Note to self: don't watch CSI before making vengeful posts like this. It scares the readership.)
Alas, my loyal visitors of this little bit of nowhere, I should probably scuttle off and get something resembling a meal prepared. Mel needs to be poke awake shortly, otherwise she'll be up all night. Which she might not entirely object to, since she's trying to work up enough cash to buy a bull for
Harvest Moon, but as she was the one who told me not to let her sleep too much, a poking is probably for the best.
Today's Lesson: chocolate is indeed filled with love and awesomeness (awesomness? Is there an extra 'e' in there? How about a silent 'x'?)
Labels: a lack of flying monkey tirades, death to winter, Easter
posted by Phillip at 3:48 PM
