PEOPLE. THERE IS A PLOT ABOUT EASTER. SOMEONE IS COMING FOR EASTER.
I’ve interrogated my husband and he cracked like an ice sculpture at a hammer convention. He says that he’s just the middle man and he knows nothing except to keep me free for Saturday and Sunday of Easter Weekend. It’s not my mom. She couldn’t keep that kind of a secret and my kids wouldn’t be left at home (which husband tells me is happening.) It’s not my sister. IT IS OBVS MARVI. SHE ASKED ABOUT EASTER WHEN WE WENT TO IKEA. She’s not returning my texts so she’s clearly involved…or at work. BUT PROBABLY INVOLVED. YEAH. MOST DEFINITELY INVOLVED.