I liked The Wife's previous idea to just fergeddabout Easter this year, but at some point this week she broke down and got baskets and candy and platic eggs and real eggs and dying crap and now we're into the whole Easter Bunny thing again.
I mean, it's hard enough for me to lie to the The Girls about Santa Claus, but trying to maintain anything beyond sarcasm when it comes to the Easter Bunny is a bitch. Especially when I have to get up in the middle of the night to BE the Easter Bunny (no, she's not making me wear some Furry costume, but still).
(sigh) I can hardly wait to the point when The Girls are old enough that we can use Easter as just another good excuse to make fun of delusional Religions!
