Please do not mention sugar to me in any way shape or form. If you do, be warned, I may vomit all over you. I started off this morning with a big serving of Easter candy. Without the breakfast. Not a good idea. All of that sugar goes straight to your body. I was totally jerky and crampy and high-strung most of the day. Either that or completely dead and exhausted after my sugar rushes.
I sometimes get that way, too, when I’m planning a party. This Easter party was somewhat more difficult to manage as my mother was sick, my father was angry, and my sister was being lazy and watching the entire ninth season of Friends on DVD. Being my usual anal obsessive-compulsive self, I HAD to have absolutely everything, EVERYTHING perfect.
I had this whole party worked out in my head. The colors, the theme, the menu. Of course, you can’t always get what you want and you can hardly ever get what you want especially when what you want you’ve been planning for weeks and weeks but haven’t told anybody about it and you have a really difficult family and wow this sentence is long. I did get to get some of the stuff I wanted done done, though. At least menu-wise. Decoration-wise, I got basically everything I wanted done done. For the menu, I wanted to have a first course of strawberry pancakes with strawberry syrup. The for the second course I wanted to have fancy omelets with ham.
Originally, this party was planned for breakfast. It did not turn out that way. My mother invited everybody to dinner and not breakfast. My father told me that and I was all, What? An Easter party at dinner? That’s like sacrilegious! But that’s how it turned out. And I had to give up some of my breakfast menu because my father said that people were coming “psychologically prepared for dinner” or something. All progress in this world came from people doing different things. If I want breakfast for dinner, we should have breakfast for dinner! Screw tradition! Mix things up! Go CRAZY!
I got to have my pancakes, though. They were yummy. I didn’t wait for dessert, though. My body was collapsing from all the earlier sugar I had consumed and I fell in front of the TV for the rest of the evening watching the fifth season of Sex and The City on DVD.



