Easter? Zombie Jesus!
posted in Frenzied Daddy |Hope all your Easters are great. We’re not celebrating this year; most years I try to get egg dying kits and get the girls some chocolate, then hide the eggs in the yard and they can go find them. We worked through this with Miss B and then a few years with Miss K.
But you know something? They don’t eat the eggs, the eggs just sit, lonely, in the fridge waiting for some delicious egg salad to be made. I eat the egg salad. And the eggs. And I’ll eat the chocolate. They don’t need me to buy more chocolate, there’s almost always more in the house. Every year, we’re appreciative of the grandparents who send/deliver easter baskets. And I try to live up to what I think I “should” be doing. Well, let me tell ya, I’m not doing that any more.
I don’t know what would fill the place in our hearts where the stone rolled away from the cave where Jesus lay. Maybe Shaun of the Dead? OR some other fun zombie movie (can’t be too scary, Miss K would throw a fit). And next week I’ll make sure to pick up some Easter Candy. I hear Ms B likes the malted milk eggs.
Have a great Sunday, and try to stay at least partly dry. And watch for the risen dead.
