Easter has come and gone. If it weren't for the bosca it would almost start turning into just another Sunday. My brother & sister were back a couple of weeks ago so they weren't here for this particular holiday. What fun is that? I didn't even go to church. That is the first time in my whole entire life that I have ever missed church on Easter Sunday. Even when I went to school at Vanderbilt I went to a crazy Baptist church on Easter. It was a good run.

Oh, and to top it all off Tiger didn't even win the Masters. If he hadn't won me a scrumptious DQ blizzard I might have decided to pick someone else to win the next one. Okay, that's a lie. The Tiger bandwagon is way too cozy for that.