Easter basket of sisterly love

My little sister Holly sent me an Easter basket, because I was a baby and complained that I wouldn’t get one.  But mostly ‘cause she’s sweet and nice and thoughtful.  The little chocolate bunny got melted 'cause I set it too close to the stove while boiling pasta, but the Man saved it by putting it in the freezer for me.  Crisis averted.

It’s a BASEBALL Easter basket and so fitting ‘cause I got it yesterday, OPENING DAY for regular season baseball – in Japan.  I ate a ton of candy while making pesto for the Man and gave myself a stomach.  Then the Man and I almost finished off the rest of the bounty during the Sopranos, that we had tivo’d, until I didn’t think I could eat another Robin’s Egg or jelly bean or Cadbury Cream Egg-O-Delish.  Little did I know, I COULD eat more candy, which I did during the Mariners v. Rangers game.  So fitting.

I couldn't even contain myself.