We’re getting a snowstorm over the next few days. James just left for band rehearsal and then some grocery shopping. “Get toilet paper,” I said. “And M&Ms.” He grabbed his coat. “And if you have to choose,” I said, “get M&Ms.”
Post-Easter snowstorms allow for chocolate. And while we’re on the subject of Easter, I have discovered a liturgical loophole. In many traditions, Eastertide is supposed to last for fifty days. So, you know, feast on.
And just because Wikipedia facts are cool: On the first Sunday after the Russian Orthodox Easter, celebrants put Easter eggs on their loved ones’ graves. Just so you know, when the time comes, Cadbury will do fine for me.
(Originally posted April 8, 2018)