Easter Weekend
This entry was posted on 3/25/2008 4:06 PM and is filed under uncategorized.
Saturday morning, I got up extra early, had coffee with the love-of-my-life, watched the birds, conversed with the cat, and set out to do my laps at Wal-Mart (which the delusional man casually refers to as grocery shopping). I'm not sure just how big our Super Wal-Mart is, but after pushing around a malfunctioning, fully loaded cart (including a lower rack packed with four cases of soda and a 12-pack of water) around in circles for a hour, I think I've got my exercise for the day. Oh how wrong I was…
Saturday afternoon, the husband and I loaded up the teenagers and went on one of those family-tradition-type trips to the Wye Mountain Daffodil Festival. We only had to park about a mile or so away from the field. Let me tell you, every inch of that seven-acre field of flowers was absolutely beautiful. I know because we walked and photographed every inch (can't show you pictures though 'cause the youngest child has lost the cord that connects the camera to the computer). Take my word for it—the flowers were gorgeous. The BBQ, hamburgers, and hot dogs were pretty good, too. Then, we walked that mile or so back to the car.
On the way back to town, the man mentions that he'd like to stop by the Farmer's Co-op for some collard green seeds. Seems it's time to plant them. Now, just imagine, if you will, Irene and the girl children—at the feed store. We're sort of out of our element, but we coped by covering the whole store, aisle-by-aisle. He spent .75 cents on a packet of seeds. We spent $50+ on a bird feeder, plastic animals (including a llama, camel, jackrabbit, and a hedgehog), and a lavender plant plus a pot to put it in. He might not take us there again…
Finally, back in the car, almost home, girls asleep in the backseat, the love-of-my-life unsuspectingly says, "So, did you have a nice day?". Surprisingly enough, I was able to (after mulling it over for a minute) answer in the affirmative. That was before I discovered that he still expected me to cook supper after we got home. Then, we dyed Easter eggs.
Sunday, Easter, our 17th Anniversary—I was so incredibly sore, I could barely move after all that exercise and family togetherness. I decided just to take it easy. Consequently, I cooked all day. The Easter menu consisted of an eight lb. baked ham, potato salad, squash casserole, black-eyed peas, collard greens, deviled eggs, corn bread muffins, rolls, and black cherry fluff pie. Yum-yum! The husband washed the dishes. I think he expects a reward.
