Yea, that’s not one you want to hear. If you’ve been here for more than a year, you’ve already heard all she thinks about that, and once is enough. Thankfully, she’s distracted with housecleaning and writing the third book in her scifi trilogy. I’m sure we’re all thankful for the blessing of distraction this time.
I have to be honest and say that there are some Easter traditions I don’t understand. For example, I find dying eggs to be morally objectionable. I hatched from an egg, so I think you get the conflict of interest here. I’m also not entirely sure what rabbits have to do with Jesus, either. Did He like rabbits? Was there a rabbit munching on grass when He rose from the dead? Did the rabbit steal an egg? What happened there? The stories are somewhat lacking. Ask mommy, and she’ll say “paganism!” Actually, on this, daddy will too. Never mind. I’m not that curious. Maybe if we’re lucky, the Easter Bunny will get sucked in that space/time continuum the parronts claim is in their bedroom closet and end up in another dimension. Right along with everything else they lose, or oddly find in that particular spot in the closet where things tend to disappear and then reappear later. Que the Twilight Zone music here.
Well, I think that’s enough to blow your mind today. I hope you have a great Holy Week. Take care and we’ll see you next time.