Easter dinner went remarkably well. We timed everything perfectly and the dishes managed to taste as we imagined they would.
Of course, we won't remember this Easter for the food.
In the future, it will be "Oh, yeah. That was the time...
I was frustrated when my parents wouldn't sit down at the table when I told them dinner was ready.
It was the time Ben and I couldn't find the CD folder where we keep all of our dinner music.
It was the time I was afraid that the creamy tomato bisque was going to burn while I looked for this same CD holder.
It was the time I snapped at my dad for wanting to hear music in the first place.
It was the time my dad threatened to leave our house since he wanted a "peaceful" holiday.
It was the time Ben had enough of family members (on both his side and mine) who threaten to leave family get-togethers.
It was the time Ben yelled "don't you dare leave this house!" at my dad, his father-in-law.
It was the time my dad replied "who the fuck does he think he is?"
It was the time we had a really good coconut cream pie.
