Easter was very quiet this year at the Hartman household. I went to church while the Canadian stayed home and sinned himself silly. And the first question he asked me when I got home? "Where's my Easter basket? I looked around and couldn't find it." The Easter bunny had made the catastrophic mistake of assuming the bags of jelly beans and sour balls from the previous week would suffice through Easter. The Easter bunny couldn't be more wrong. Or in trouble. The Canadian was devastated and slightly disgusted. I'm lucky he shared any of his Easter ham with me. Speaking of which, the ham was crazy delicious again this year.
A wild mix of beer, pepperoncinis, chili garlic sauce, Italian parsley and whatever else he could find in the fridge. But somehow it always works out. As is our tradition, we enjoyed a big plate of ham, mashed potatoes, green beans and rolls while watching Jesus movies. At dinner time it was all about The Greatest Story Ever Told.
Good thing the ham was so tasty because 8 lbs between two people is going to last us half a lifetime!
After my inexcusable Easter basket faux pas I made sure that the Easter bunny stopped by our house the next day and left the Canadian a basket full of delights.
The Canadian's response? "Oh, you shouldn't have, but you should have yesterday!" Oh snap.