Monday, April 01, 2013
The Easter Bunny did me in. More like the Monty Python Killer Bunny of Caerbannog! First he plied me with wine...then cheese...and the chocolate! Before I knew it, I had entered the battle and succumbed to the feast. Foil wrappers littering the table. Decapitated bunnies on their sides. Plastic grass shreds strewn about the placemats. What began as pretty and pastel and awash with sunshine, ended up a dark brown chocolaty mess. Finally there was no choice. We pushed our chairs away from the table and took it all in. Empty wine bottles standing sentry. Asparagus spears, once crisp and penetrating, now lay limp in a pile. The ham. Oh the ham! A carved out mess with deep penetrating holes from where the cloves once fragranced its skin. We hung our heads. "Time to clean up". We shuffled back and forth into the kitchen removing any and all trace of the battle which had just taken place. But there, in the middle of the centerpiece, was a giant plastic bunny still standing. A downy little chick flanking its side., the breeze from the open door fluffing its tiny feathers. At that moment I knew that they were already gathering the forces, planning their moves and regrouping for next year's feast. April Fool am I !!!