Easter is tomorrow. I’ve been so busy this week with running around with my charming children that my menu has not been designed yet. I’m not sure where this leaves me in God’s graces. If I do not make a big dinner, will I have crossed some invisible boundary that separates those who are heading to Heaven from those who . . . well, you know.
Somewhere in some corner of the earth, I’m certain there is someone spreading Wonder Bread with butter. Or worse, with mustard. For dinner.
I figure whatever I plan it will be better than that.
I do like a bit of butter to my bread. But the Easter Bunny simply won’t be happy with just that, I don’t think.
Thanks for the Newbeats link. 1964 is about the last year that musicians wore suits. Larry Henley, the lead singer, sings like a gospel shouter gone rocker, somewhat like Jerry Lee Lewis.
He’s wild, isn’t he!
It seems like that high range would hurt one’s throat, really.
Oh P.S. We ended up having a Maine lobstah dinnah for our Easter. It was great.
