Our Easter Bunny Might Be Senile

The items that were missing Easter morning?

So, Brian gave me The Hunger Games for Christmas, and I LOVED it, flew through it, and as soon as I'd waited forever for my hold at the library to come in, flew through the sequel, Catching Fire. It took me awhile to convince Bri to boycott Sherlock Holmes for awhile and give Hunger Games a try, but when I did he was hooked (Must be the underlying love story :)). He could NOT stop reading it. He'd get home from work, and I'd say, "So, what do you want to do?" He'd respond, "Well, we could play a game, or go on a walk or...I don't know...read." He was set to finish the book right before Easter, which gave me the perfect idea for his Easter basket. Catching Fire! It would be perfect for him to take on his two week business trip to Denver. So I speedily put in the order with Walmart...er...I mean...mailed my letter to the Easter Bunny, and waited for Easter morning.

Flash forward to the night before Easter. I'm having a craving for hot dogs like a mad woman (look what Disneyland has done...), and we go to the last store we can think of to see if they have the magical gluten-free buns. They don't, and we're bummed...but really, I'm more bummed thinking about the fact that Brian's book never arrived, and now he won't have it for Denver. We're walking out of the store, and Brian's looking especially blah, and blurts out, "The crappy thing about this is that I ordered some of these buns online for your Easter basket and they were supposed to be here by today! It would have been perfect, but they didn't come and now you won't have them!" Too cute. And I must admit that I was almost relieved. At least the Easter Bunny forgot BOTH of us. It would be tragic to be on his naughty list alone!

Luckily, the rest of Easter went a little better: It took us both an insanely long time to find our baskets considering how small our apartment is. In fact, we were so involved in wondering where in the world they were, that we didn't even take pictures. Conference was good (...Brian's little doze was well placed and in his words, "Delicious"...); the walk around Fort Ward after was awesome (we're in full-blown Spring here...60s-70s, sunny, gorgeous); and our spiral honey ham, creamed onions and potatoes, candied yams and yogurt jello were scrumptious if I do say so myself.

All in all, we loved Easter! We found ourselves grateful for the true meaning behind Easter, grateful for springtime, grateful for family and friends celebrating far away, grateful for each other... and even grateful for a somewhat senile Easter Bunny who was fair enough to forget both of us! (And yet still leave us feeling spoiled...)