Hoppy Easter

Not much is happening around here. Spent the weekend wallowing in self pity as there was no turkey (or ham) and no family gathering. Marisa, my dear sister, has left us for the greener pasture of Maryland. It seems that when she moved away she took with her the families desire to slave away over a dead bird carcass. Alas, but I am still here I cry to my mother!

Cooking a huge feast like this is a lot of work. So as I am the one who wants it I have even offered to cook it all. But no my parents aren’t interested. Maybe it is because I am a Christian and my parents are not (or are at the very least non practicing Christians). After all Easter is rather significant to the Christian faith. Sometimes it feels like my parents are purposely trying to take away the meaning from any holidays relating to Christ just to spite me.

If my parents ever get around to reading my blog I am going to be up the creek without a paddle. Oh and to top off the depression of the weekend Marisa told me today that she probably won’t make it back in August as she had thought. So now the next time I’ll see her will hopefully be Christmas. I am off to go eat a bunch of my chocolate bunny – perhaps that will make me feel happy again