I may have mentioned in the past that I grew up going to Catholic school. I might also have said something about how I was required to go to [gag]church[/gag] at least two times a week. I might have also mentioned the Stations of the Cross. Also known as the Most Painful Abuse Of Any Child, Anywhere. Every Friday during lent, this was my life.
It should come as no surprise, then, that I do NOT spend any time thinking about Easter. I have (in a very beneficial manner) specifically excluded any and all lenten doings from my mind. (See? I can't even spell that "pertaining to lent" word. I refuse to look it up.) I DO, however, spend much time celebrating other Easter delights.
I didn't eat any Mini Eggs last year, so this is the year I make up for that. Just in time for my wedding.
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My mother is obsessed with those mini eggs. Super obsessed. My husband likes peeps, which are yellow chicken-shaped marshmallow easter treats, or as I like to call them: disgusting. I just don't get it. I say screw the chocolate, just hide cash, and I'll gladly hunt for it, but the catholic family doesn't seem to like my attitude :( .
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