We started out Easter in the normal fashion, mass, with a million new strangers at our parish, then home to take a picture in our fancy clothes.
But then it turned rather ugly as Chewie, the yellow lab with a heart of gold ate the, well, golden egg. He could not accept the prize of finding the golden egg, which was 45 cents because he would spend it on booze.
I feel perhaps that the day might appear to have taken a turn for the worst when we started shooting each other in the head, but I think perhaps that was a highlight. I like to look at it more as traveling baptisms in the cranium. Sounds better.
Mom cooked all sorts of good things and then we ate until we were full and then we went outside and shot each other some more. All and all, a wonderful day.
Happy Easter!
