I’m Katie. You might (or might not) know me from my (lack of a) blog at KatieBlogs.com. I’m also (sort of) a member of the Vodka Girls Channel. I say sort of because I haven’t exactly been showing my face in videos recently.
But I have a good reason.
This blog post isn’t about that reason.
This blog post IS about the glorious holiday that is hurrying toward us at a startling speed.
Some might say it’s HOPPING toward us.
I crack myself up.
Just in case you haven’t caught on; Sunday is Easter.
I was raised Catholic, so Easter typically marks the day when I can finally eat candy, drink soda, curse at my mom, or hit my brother again as it marks the end of Lent. As I’ve grown older, I still celebrate the majority of the religious Holidays, so long as they earn me a day off from work.
Though when you work for yourself you don’t ever get a day off. My boss is an asshole but at least she’s hot.
Anyway. Easter. It’s always been a family holiday for me. As long as I can remember, my mom has cooked a huge dinner. Sometimes ham. Sometimes turkey. Always delicious. And more importantly always sweet potatoes. When I was smaller, there were Easter Egg Hunts and Easter Bonnets. As I grew up, there were Easter Baskets and cute little outfits. Even though where we have Easter has changed over the years, the main focus of sharing the Holiday with family has remained the same.
This year is no different. I’ll be heading down to my mom’s bright and early on Sunday morning. (Seriously. About 4 AM. I’m seeing Blue October in concert in Atlantic City on Saturday night. Woo!) I think I’ve been a good girl this year, so the Easter Bunny will be visiting me with a basket of goodies I’m sure. I have no shame in the fact that I’m 27 and still expecting an Easter Basket.
I hope he brings me a LoveSac.
And I will eat Ham. Or Turkey. Or whatever Mom makes.
And maybe sit on my LoveSac.
And definitely eat Sweet Potatoes.
Happy Easter, friends!