So, Easter’s not really my jam. I mean I’m cool with hunting eggs because there really isn’t anything cuter than watching your very own progeny run around in the dewy light of an early spring afternoon and look for pastel colored ovoids you’ve hidden about your yard. I am totally fine with consuming unreasonable amounts of ham and hash brown casserole (also, hash brown casserole might be the…
Oh Dacia. The way you write makes me happy in my pants.