It will always be too cold to comfortably wear a skirt on Easter Sunday. And yet, I will wear one anyway. It really is disappointing. Every year, I have this crazy idea that "Easter" translates to "Spring" and "warm weather." Oh, you silly upstate New York transplant. When will you learn?
When we woke up yesterday to get ready for church (yes, we're those people that go only for Christmas and Easter--I'm okay with that), it was about 25 degrees with a stiff wind. A. had implored me to dress "Easter-y." Meaning, in pastels and a skirt. Easy for him to say, sitting there warm and comfy in his wool suit. The best I could muster was a dark pink sweater and a gray wool skirt. With pantyhose. Let me tell you, pantyhose are a joke when the wind is blowing off the lake and it's hovering right around freezing. I would have been better off with my flannel-lined jeans. It was actually snowing on the way to church. Cozy! But I sucked it up and bared my legs, and then changed as soon as we got home.
After church, we prepared our contributions to the family dinner. We were going to supply a leg of lamb, but then we realized that we only got three last year (only three--what a warped perspective we have, yes?) and they had all been consumed already. Whoopsy. So we brought prime rib instead. I don't think anyone was too disappointed. There was also ham. And potatoes and salad and stuffing and soup and and and and and . . .
There was a lot of food.
Also Easter baskets with chocolate and bubbles in them. I think the puppies will really enjoy chasing bubbles, don't you? And then we'll all just die from the cuteness of it all.
How was your Easter/Passover celebration this year? Did you gather with lots of people? Did you get to see family members you don't normally see? And most importantly, what did you eat?