I wanted to do an Easter thing. Maybe a cooking for a few friends, maybe a big open house. Easter has always been a big thing in my family. Last year, we went to the Grand America for their brunch, and while I would enjoy doing that again, I’m a little sad that I don’t have my own brunch to host.
I just don’t want a repeat of the Christmas party where, thanks to a number of issues, people flaked and no showed. I don’t want to clean and cook and don my finest spring dress to repeat sitting on the living room stairs asking him why nobody likes me. (Yes, I know, quite the mature adult response)