As you all know, Easter happened yesterday. I suppose I could tell you about the Christian meaning of the holiday versus the pagan fertility rituals classically associated with it, buuuut what fun is that? I think instead I’ll rant to you about my week and all it held… and then maybe tell you about my Easter.
I spent the beginning of this week planning for the book club’s reading hour at the local library. Somehow I was put in charge of it, though I’m not entirely sure how or when it happened. We read Chrysanthemum by Kevin Henkes and acted it out in semi-play form. It went really well, surprisingly. My parents brought my cousins Grace and Riley down to see us, which made me happy since I haven’t seen them in quite a while. After we had finished with that we went to Eat ‘n Park for my Dad’s birthday. Grace spilled her iced tea all over me, but other than being a bit soggy it was a fairly pleasant evening.
Thursday was spent chilling with my cousin at her birthday party. There was some dancing and a bizarre torture game which I played but wasn’t punished for, which is good considering I’m a giant wuss. Erin spent the night there and Saturday we went to the mall. My Kylie met us there with the Dave and we picked up a rather attractive fourth person in the bookstore. I bought a grand total of two purple shirts and a pair of purple shoes. It’s all Brittney’s fault, though; she’s feeding my purple addiction. We then proceeded to go to the café and play a lovely game of House on Haunted Hill in which I did not get stuck in a room for half the game.
Saturday was for cleaning and watching anime and then it was Sunday. Have you ever noticed how weird it is to host holidays in your own house? Maybe you’re the person that has always hosted one holiday or another but I am not one of those people. Easter has always been at one of my uncle’s homes but this year my mom decided we were having it at our house. So our house was filled with Farki and food and it wasn’t terribly awkward, for the most part. Naturally, though my siblings hid away in rooms and basements and I was left to entertain the cousins, which was fine by me, since I enjoy their company.
We expanded our cat herd this week, adding three new baby kittens to the family. There were four but one didn’t make it. It’s kind of depressing really, but that’s how it goes around here. We have an orange boy a black calico girl and a black and white boy. Tomorrow they will be one whole week old. C: And now I’ve probably bored you all to tears. So the point of this entire rant is that if you want a cat you should come to me.