A few notes on Easter
- Carly’s Easter fete was on a Saturday, fabulous, and only slightly damp this year. We had to make country-themed baskets. Mine was Altantis, so it was full of sea creatures and bath accessories. 
Jesse’s was Japan, which meant we got to go to the $1 and more Japanese Product store down the street for the first time. Oh man, this is now my favorite store. It’s like a normal dollar store, except weirder, and a lot of the products have no English on them. It’s adventurestore! I got to try a beverage like the one on the left. Sweet!*
- Jesse ended up with Kurt’s basket, which was the Death Star, and awesome. I ended up with Sarah’s, which was Turkey, and also awesome (see next note). Because I am dumb, I haven’t uploaded any of the photos yet, but check here soon. Kurt put a lot of the pictures together in a totally awesome DVD. However, Jesse pointed out that no one but the people who are on the DVD would find it interesting. But I think Alex beating up Pooh with a Chinese Yo-Yo is interesting to everyone…
- I got my turkey back! I had given Sarah a terra cotta turkey for her bridal shower**. I almost didn’t give it to her, after bonding with it around Target for half an hour. It was filled with caramel kisses, which I’m now trying to foist off on my coworkers, as I would like to be able to stay in my pants.
- The annual viewing of Jesus Christ Superstar reached its highest attendance in history. Jesse was quite pleased. Originally touted as a BYOBrunch, I took the maiden voyage of my waffle maker and produced about a million waffles. Everyone ate some, as well as the bagels Alex brought, and mimosas, cinnamon rolls and donuts from Jeremy and Kristin. I still have a huge bag full in the freezer. Thank goodness they came out ok.
- I managed to get lamb juice on me again. A year ago, mom asked me to take the platter of lamb out to the table. She didn’t warn me that there was meat juice all over the platter. I didn’t hold it perfectly level and started to wonder what that warm feeling on my leg was. Yuk. So this year, I was being a nice sister and holding the platter for Katie while she served herself. Next year I plan on going nowhere near the meat plate at all. In fact, maybe I’ll excuse myself to the restroom when it gets near me. At least lamb juice washes out.
- But not wine! Shortly after the lamb incident, Katie managed to knock over her completely full glass of wine. About 80% just soaked into the tablecloth, but the rest of it went on my skirt and on the floor. It was at this point that I decided that maybe I’d wash my skirt right then and there. I rushed to the garage, snatched off my skirt and started soaking it in the sink before I put it in the wash. Mom came in to help, and I’m pretty sure was trying not to laugh while I stood there in my underwear. She gave me a pair of pants to wear in the meantime. After two washes and no dries, the wine still hadn’t come off my skirt. So, sigh, I think I’m just going to have to dye it. Perhaps burgundy. It’s only appropriate.
* Literally, sweet. It kind of tasted like a watered down Sprite that had lots of extra sugar added.
** I was very proud of that turkey - each person was given a season to base their gift off of, and I had fall. I’m a big fan of a combination of useful and not-so-useful, so I got her: a rake, a bag of leaves to rake, a terra cotta turkey, and some nice candles in the shapes of gourds. Most people were more _______ (insert adjective of choice) and just bought stuff off the registry. But nothing on the registry was themed! Ah well, who cares. I have regained the turkey.
