I can't remember the last time my birthday fell on an Easter. Weekends, yeah. A lot. But not generally Easter.
That damn rabbit sure stole a lot of my thunder. Kid's stuffed themselves with candy, and could barely keep their eyes open, but they soldiered on. At bedtime, they were asleep within five heartbeats, though. But I see now why people with birthday's on Christmas bitch about it. It's MY day, dammit! Fuck Santa! I can relate.
The wife made the single best pan of homemade Mac & Cheese I have ever had. I ate three huge servings of it, and nearly went for four. The wife looked askance at me, and urged caution. As I didn't want to puke any of that glory up, I listened. Probably smart.
She followed the recipe in 'The New Betty Crocker Cookbook' exactly, with the exception of adding 'a dash' of paprika and of garlic. Oh, and where the recipe called for pepper, she did half black and half white pepper. We really like white pepper. Next time, she is going to add dehydrated onions, and fresh chives to it, and top the casserole with cheese during the last 5 or 10 minutes and broil it into a glaze, just short of browning. Well, maybe a little browning. I like that.
Folks, this stuff is so good, that I couldn't finish that last paragraph without having the wench fetch me a big steaming bowl of it. Trust me, you could follow the basic recipe, and find Nirvana. And the hardest part was grating the cheese. It seemed like it only took a few minutes to put it together. And having hot dogs on the side just made me feel...American.
Well, I'm off to attempt repair to my crazy Mom's computer. Seems ole Bill sent her a virus, I mean 'New Feature', that would tell if you had one of those nasty old bootleg copies of Windows XP Pro, versus Microsofts wonderful, certified Windows operating system.
Well, of course, I had installed a copy of my bootleg CD on her system, and of course, she fell for Bill's bait and said 'Sure, go ahead and install it!' and of course, the app went in and fucked her over six ways from Sunday. Stopped her PC dead in it's tracks, it did.
I yelled. A lot.