Easter is one of those funny “holidays.” When my mother and Aunt were both alive, my mom would call me and make sure that I called Aunt Willie to wish her a happy Easter, which made as much sense to me as wishing her a happy President’s Day. Happy Resurrection of Christ Day, Aunt Willie! Bizarre.
Anyhoo . . . I’ll think of all you who are boiling smelly eggs, sitting in a 4 hour mass in ridiculous hats and stuffing your faces with chocolate while I’m getting a full-body massage. On second thought . . . no I won’t! 
