Friday, April 10, 2009

The Easter Basket

I see The Writer has fixed an Easter basket for Her Husband, like she does every year. With a bunny a grown man wouldn't want and all her favorite candy.

Well, it's a tradition. The Writer loves Easter. The basket is over 100 years old. It came from a general store that had been closed for over 50 years. And she's had it for many years herself.

She had a little problem with the candy this year, didn't she?

It wasn't her fault. The stores put the candy out right after Valentine's Day. So she began buying creme-filled eggs and other goodies. But the candy kept calling to her and she nipped in the bag every day until it was empty. So she went out and bought more candy.

And ate that.

I'm afraid so. Finally, she bought two of everything. One chocolate egg for her, one for the basket. Then she hit Mary's Cakery and Candy Kitchen. She had to have those creamsicle bunnies.

Should we mention the jellybean meltdown?

Oh, that's so embarrassing. In one week The Writer ate four pounds of jellybeans.

She didn't look so hot. I thought we might have to enter her in a twelve-step program for Jellybeans Anonymous.

The basket is beautiful as always. And in the The Writer's defense, she bought Her Husband several DVDs.

Now she can eat his candy and not feel guilty.

Happy Easter, everybody!

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