Sunday, April 24, 2011
Feliz Pascua de Resurrección!
On a funny side note, while driving home from the Easter Pageant last night, my roommate started to mention her family's Easter traditions, and I immediately started to think about what we did while I was growing up.
Then it hit me - my brother and I would request the weirdest thing to be in our Easter Basket.
A jar of this.
Why? I have no idea. I'm sure no other kid in the history of the world has ever asked for that in his Easter basket. As my brother texted back to me last night, 'we could've gotten something so much better!'
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