Yay for Tep's own personal Easter Bunny!

Yes! And now we know why he likes carrots so much.

That's so sweet, Tep.

Bleh. I feel sick. I don't think I have any food around here that's good for a sick stomach.

Also, I've been reading through the original Spike's Bitch thread. Quite entertaining.

We are getting ready for Sunday Brunch with Scola. My back hurts.

Aww, how sweet! Teppy/Boy!

Awww.....

melts at dorky sweetness of Boy

Frost has murdered my viburnum blossoms. Ah, well. At least I got a good week and a half of the nummy smell. Rodney the lemon tree is in full bloom, but he's stashed along with the other container plants in my breezeway. The star jasmine is also about ready to pop, so at least I'll still have yummy-smelling flowers by my door once the weather improves.

The pansies are all "Frost, what frost? Ha! We laugh at frost!" I find it incredibly amusing that the word "pansy" has been equated with "wimp." Those little buggers can stand up to baking, freezing, neglect, and so on.

In other news, I am having eight people over for a rather fancy Easter dinner. I was pretty much strong-armed into inviting a much-disliked aunt. When she divorced her husband, she started rumors and tried to get into the formal write-up that he had had an affair with my mother. This is so patently ridiculous for so many reasons, it's not even funny. She also tried to get me to state in a formal deposition that he had touched me inappropriately. When that happened, I handed the phone to my dad; it was the first and only time I have ever seen my dad rip someone a new asshole. I'm expecting that there will be comments about the fact that I have my grandmother's silver, and pointed mention of any family heirlooms that are out and about. (I'm also half-expecting some of my flea-market finds to be misidentified as family property).

If I did not invite her, however, she would never let my dad forget about it. This is the woman who did not invite me to her children's weddings.

Oh, she also had the gall to kvetch to my dad about what I was serving. Dad sucked it up and volunteered to bring a ham. I told him he should probably bring a taser as well. My two cousins (her sons) will be there, and they're both pretty good at bringing her up short when she's getting a little too whackaloon.

My geeky, comic book and Buffy-loving step-uncle will be here, though. He's fun, as is my step-grandfather. He's very, very British and very, very witty. It should be a good time, all told.

Hope the fun folks outweigh the toxicity, Anne. Ugh, what a miserable person.

We are getting ready for Sunday Brunch with Scola. My back hurts.

Next time, try not to lay the eggs yourself. Your pelvis isn't made for that. Probably.

In Easter news, when we walked into Whole Foods on Friday night, the staff were wearing bunny ears. They gave Jilli a pair and so I was 'treated' to walking around WF with my wife wearing ears and a VERY large smile.

And she still doesn't think that Clovis rules her too. Pffft.

Your step-uncle and step-grandfather sound like perfectly lovely people. Your aunt, though -- shudder. Vibing you much patience, and maybe some convenient food-prep crises that give you an excuse to hole yourself up in the kitchen if necessary.

HMOG, I have finished the annotated bibliography. Praise Jebus! It's an Easter Miracle.

Went out on a double feature movie date last night with the DH after going to work all morning. Today, I am pretty much too tired to move. Luckily, I don't have to! Am going to stick close to home with a heating pad today.

I hope all who are gathering with loved ones have a wonderful, fun, loving time, with as few crazy vibes as possible.