Brian did all the holiday stuff, except I had contributed a couple of scarves and a book and a movie for the basket. If I get candy for holidays, I hear about how kids don't need to be eating that crap. Can you guess? With Brian at the helm, this morning was a jellybean&chocolate pigout. I am fine with that. Fine. So fine that I am telling everyone on lj just how fine I am. With that. Which is fine. There.

We did church. We did lunch with much family. I dropped my car off at the repair place but now I feel dumb about it--I think it probably only needs a new battery, but I panicked last week. Oh well, maybe the guy can also figure out why my brake light on the dash stays on. I walked back from the garage to do some walking, but once I'd started I began to dread the prospect of walking up University Blvd. It's not pleasant, not that strolling along Rte 1 is a barrel of fun but at least it's a change of scenery for me. I considered walking to the College Park metro and taking the train home instead, but I hate paying that extra twenty-five cents for crossing the state line. Then I looked down and on the sidewalk were two dimes, a nickel, and a penny. I guess I know a sign when it clonks me on the head; I took the subway.

Victoria got up from her nap exactly when I returned to the house. We ate a bunny's head and then watched The Black Cauldron, which was not exactly an Easter flick, although there were a few critters raised from the dead in it. It would have been too scary for Victoria but for the mitigating factor of a princess among the cast of characters.