Called, wished the matriarchs happy Easter. Prognosis: I don't feel good. (These people are Brilliant!) Drink warm lemonade, gargle salt-water...drink rum mixed with something or another. Hah. My mother, the bartender. Got told we have Easter eggs that are non-edible waiting for us. Wee.
Also, there's a dog at my house. Bri's deathly allergic to 'em. So.
No go to Easter Dinner.
Happy Easter, World. Fuck you. =)
P.S. Next family dinner: Thanksgiving...