In two hours I'm leaving my office to catch a bus to Philadelphia with Doug so that we can visit my family for Easter. My family is weird. It's weird for many reasons, far too many to list here, but one of the reasons it's weird is that even though we are not very religious we make a big thing about celebrating Easter every year. I never understood this was strange until I graduated from college and discovered I'm the only one who still goes home for it.
As much as my family drives me crazy I really like going home for Easter. Why? Because Easter is awesome. You get candy (or at least I do because my family still thinks I'm 12)! It's nice out! Peeps! Have you ever put a Peep in the microwave? It is the definition of joy. The holiday has also become infinitely easier to stomach since Doug has started coming with me. Most people get stressed out by the idea of bringing their boyfriend home to hang out with their family, but having Doug there actually takes pressure off of me. He and my dad can hang out and talk about sports and cars or whatever while I escape to the kitchen and happily nuke marshmallow bunnies.
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