Damn I love Easter. Chocolates and bunnies. And chocolate bunnies. That's what every holiday should be about.

We don't hide the eggs and chocolate anymore. When the kids were younger, it was fun to watch them giggle and run about searching. They're just about all grown up, though. *sigh* Now they get up around noon, grab their stash and proceed to hide it in their rooms, knowing when they go back to school they've left their mom alone in a house full of chocolate.

I love treasure hunts.

It's like being a kid again.

Circle of life, yeah?

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So - how come no one has signs up saying "Jesus is the reason for the season" now?

...just wondering.

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Got booted from a chat room for calling Descartes a coward. So much for open debate.

(I concede the point that my phrasing may have been interpreted as ad hominem.. "cowardly" would have suited my purpose better - the result would have been the same, sadly.)

I need a new hobby, methinks.

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Gmail makes me feel like such a loser. 50 invites?? I don't even know 50 people IRL let alone online.

Anyone need a gmail account?

Anyone..?

Anyone..?

Bueller..?

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I've been so abrasive lately. I'm not normally so negative. It's this bleck time of year.. no longer winter but not yet spring. The snow is brown, the ground underneath is muck and slush.

And this whole "try decaf in the afternoon" thing isn't helping.

I'm going to go have a shot of vodka and finish making the rabbit stew.



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