Here we are on April 13th, the day after Easter, and the day I have to call my therapist after the conversations going on in this Verity Household.
There wasn't anything mean, or anything said out of alcohol, but let's just say that if I ever hear the sentence involving "spit", or hairy Europeans, I'll be in therapy for alot longer!

The meal went off very well. We had Smoked Ham, Smashed Taters, Fenel & almond green beans, and buns. The piece de resistance was desert though. Shan one upped Mom with a bannana cream pie.

I think that puts us at what? 45-45 in tennis speak?

Still a non-smoker, and frankly have to think about being a non-smoker to realize I haven't been thinking about smoking. I spoke with one of my bank partners today who told me they were quitting for their kids. I told them that they would probably fail then, cause in my opinion, which some of you think I'm a little too fond of, you have to quit for yourself, not anyone else.

On religion, I've decided I'm not overly excited about Easter. I mean, come on, if he died for our sins, then rose, couldn't he have done it on a Monday so I could have a three day weekend?
Mom and Dad brought over eggs which we hid for them, plus they brought over chocolate (like my fat butt needs any of that to take up good beer space). Mine they took their time to locate, it is a #24 Jeff Gordon Nascar made out of chocolate!