04/08/2007

Happy Easter!

I don't buy into the commercialized pomp and circumstance of Easter. I suppose should anyone blame me for depriving Nathan of Easter Baskets and Chocolate Bunnies I could direct the blame back on my Mother who left her children Easter-destitute. I've never gotten an Easter Basket. We did usually dye Easter eggs, but that is about as celebratory as we got. I would say I went all-out this year on account of my attendance at the Easter egg hunt with Nathan. My involvement in the pagan celebration of the holiday stops at that. Someday my children will explain this to their therapists as evidence that their Mother is the reason they are psychologically damaged and unable to live normal lives. The therapist will conclude that receiving an Easter basket would have represented devotion and affection to my children, and that the absence of such significant symbolism has left a chasm that is difficult to fill. I know this because I've had this conversation with MY therapist. Just kidding, Mom...I'm not offended by your lack of excitement over the Easter bunny.

Tonight Nick worked at Starbucks over the supper hour, so Nathan and I dined compliments of Chef Ryan at Ryan's Buffet. Nathan eats free, which is a good deal considering he has a larger appetite than I do. The trickiest part of dining buffet-style with Nathan is the balancing act I'm required to perform when attempting to fill my plate. I walk with a plate in one hand and Nathan on the opposite hip (usually squirming and pointing). I arrive back at the table with a poorly assembled plate...totally exhausted...but relieved to not have caused a scene. Nathan is delighted with the array of foods placed before him and, all in all, we had a wonderful evening. The bonus feature of our dining experience was that the soft-serve ice cream machine (which we were located conveniently near) had a breakdown while we were eating and refused to stop dispensing strawberry frozen yogurt. Nathan kept watching it and saying 'uh-oh' while laughing and pointing. Such a well-developed sense of humor he has! I've no idea where he got it from!

Well, I'm headed to bed. Nick won't be home until later. When we were first married I hated trying to go to sleep without him. I don't think it was a security issue--I just got cold without another body warming up the bed. Nowadays Nick's spot is easily fillable. Duke (our Great Dane) and Hobbs (our Black Lab) are both enthusiastic about sleeping on the bed. Considering Duke's size (XXXL) and Hobbs' size (L) it makes for one crowded bed, but I wouldn't feel complete if I didn't wake up with a tail on my face, unfamiliar drool on my pillow, and three slumbering males...all of whom like kissing me on the lips! Muuaaaah!