After a solid week of parental supervision, Ray and I just wanted a nice quiet weekend to ourselves. The weather didn’t cooperate much — we were treated to a weekend of utterly awful weather — it hit the low 30s on Saturday (during the day, no less), with sleet. Those of you who live elsewhere who wonder why the Republicans doubt global warming, this is why: sleet in Texas in April.

I didn’t get any chocolate from the Easter Bunny, and I’m afraid to go look in the back yard to see if that’s because the dog ate him. I did get one hell of a hangover in the middle of the day, though, and it’s all Ray’s fault. (OK, I can’t back that up. At all. In fact, I’m the one that mixed the drinks.) We went over to our friends’ house — we did remember to eat something beforehand, but the libations started flowing and it all went downhill from there. By the time dinner was done, I managed to make it to the sofa and the next thing I knew, it was 45 minutes later. Some house guest I am.

On Easter Sunday, I like to pause and reflect on a very important question: where did the Easter bunny come from, anyway? When I was in college, I tried to explain the whole concept to a friend of mine who was from Thailand, and it didn’t go so well:

Him: So, what’s Easter again?
Me: Easter is the celebration of Jesus’ resurrection.
Him: Right. And he came back as a rabbit?
Me: No. You’re thinking of reincarnation. Jesus just came back from the dead.
Him: Like a zombie?
Me: No. Well, sort of, but I think he was still capable of thought. And he wasn’t hungry for brains … look, he just came back from the dead, OK? Then he ascended into heaven to be with God.
Him: So, he ascended into heaven on a rabbit?
Me: No … I mean that would have to be a pretty big rabbit. And rabbits don’t fly.
Him: Neither do reindeer, but at Christmas–
Me: We’re not talking about Christmas.
Him: (smirks) Of course not. You know, the Hindu god Ganesh rides a rat, and he’s an elephant.
Me: Is it a big rat?
Him: I don’t think so. I think he’s just normal rat-sized.
Me: Huh. Anyway, no, Jesus wasn’t riding a rabbit. He just sort of … ascended.
Him: Like Superman?
Me: (sighs) Yes, like Superman.
Him: So, where does the rabbit come in?
Me: I dunno.
Him: And the eggs? Does the rabbit lay the eggs? I mean, rabbit poop kind of looks like little chocolate eggs if you squint just right …
Me: Shut up and have some chocolate.

I digress.

Anyway, I have three days in the office this week before I head out to New Mexico, and I am so ready to be away for a little bit. Of course, I have a bunch of stuff to get done in the three days before I leave … so, naturally, I’m blogging.

Happy Monday!

Tags: easter, holidays