Easter Morn

sarita's been gone a couple of days and the house is way warmer and thus more comfortable. coincidence? i think not. even downstairs is a nicer place to be. karey put our table up in the kitchen and stacked heather and sarita's boxes in the cubby beside the fridge on either side. it's much nicer now. i'm still at a loss in my room because i have no where to put anything, but yesterday at ikea i found a pretty lamp that i think i'll get and these other beautiful hanging lamps for the living room that i think i'll get. i think i think i think. a deep dark secret: i've known for quite a while that i shouldn't have bought that dresser from russian paul and that i probably spent too much and that it isn't practical for me, but what can i do? i mean i like it, but it's not BIG enough.

when i allowed myself to wake up this morning, karey was downstairs on the computer so i took the chance to hide all of her easter candy. i enjoy hiding, but i don't enjoy looking. with hiding you can be creative. with looking you need to be exhaustive. but i enjoy others looking for what i've hidden and being all knowledgable and smug about it. sometimes i forget where i've hidden it until it's found and then i enjoy the genius of the hiding all over again. so we had our fun and i think all of the goods have been found... but i'm forgetful, so you never know. i was hiding one in the little door you open to see who's knocking on your door, you know, the little face grate, and just then the paper boy walked up the steps. it was kind of weird. i receded as far away as i could, but still held the chocolate egg in place.

one more day off after today, and i wanna do something fun.