Chris and I went out to New Jersey to see my family for Easter. It was a pretty mellow day—in the morning, my parents, sister and I went to visit one of my grandfathers at the rest home he lives in. It was really nice to see him. I wish I could visit more often.

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After that, we picked Chris up and went to Easter brunch with my other grandfather at his country club. One of my aunts and my cousin were there too. Again, the vibe was mellow, and I was happy to be sipping a glass of champagne in a sunny room. My sister pointed out an employee dressed as the Easter Bunny (a six-foot tall one—guess my mom wasn’t lying after all), who was passing out plastic eggs to the kids. When I used to work at a country club in college, I had to dress up once as an elf for a Christmas event, so I could sympathize.

As my sister and I were chatting a few minutes later, I felt a big furry presence hovering above me. So I turned around, and there was the Easter Bunny, motioning for me to grab an egg from the basket. My nine-year-old cousin had just grabbed one. Seriously? I mean, I know I look like a teenager, but I was drinking alcohol. The Easter Bunny was clearly not budging until I took my egg, though. So, after a moment of hesitation, I reached in and grabbed a green one. The roaming rabbit moved on.

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Being that I’m in my mid-twenties and have been dealing with this for years, you’d think I’d be used to these kinds of situations, but they crack me up (if they don’t annoy me) every time. In a movie, my character would have downed a shot of whiskey before reaching into the basket, but alas, all I had was champagne. It took me, Julia, and Chris a while to stop laughing.

Hope you enjoyed your day, however you spent it. Back to work tomorrow…

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