Easter was fairly pleasant.
The food was awful, save for the deviled eggs. My mother-in-law and her daughters can't cook--but my mil tries, bless her heart. I usually eat before visiting and just nibble while there.
There weren't any family squabbles--that's unusual when my husband's family gets together. The squabbling is always the father-in-law vs. whomever. He refuses not to be right about everything. 
I simply avoid him--which isn't that hard to do as he rarely removes his derrière from the Barc-o-lounger in which he sits, in front of the television, sports station tuned in, volume at max. It's a very small home--cottage actually, on a lake near the Wisconsin border, so there's really no truly getting away from anyone.
All families are odd in their own way. I had only met my husband's aunt once in 12 years even though she lives just a few miles from us, then last year her husband died and now she's at every family function. I find her quite unlike the rest of the family--she's got a sense of humour for one thing, as well as being outspoken and quite the independent old gal.
The family had some kind of feud going with her as she was the executrix of the mother's will (my husband's grandmother died just months after my meeting him) and the ill feelings stemmed from how she handled that. I don't really care. As I said, I find her most entertaining. It's nice to have an older person to chat with who isn't my mother, father or mother in-law (all of whom I love dearly, btw).
I managed to inquire about everyone else too, so I think I did okay. I always feel like it's a test--all of them and me.
Today I did of lot of photographic work--processing and posting actually, of the bazillion photos I took while driving to and from Grandma's. I can get lost in that, I enjoy it so much.
Can one die from ingesting too much chocolate? 
If so, my son and I are in serious danger.
My spouse bought a chocolate torte at the bakery--just heavenly and horrible 'cause it's all I'm eating. Spouse: "Dinner's ready!" Me: "Erm, I already ate." 
Chocolate should be classified as as drug IMO, and I'm only half-kidding.
My music class was cancelled tonight and the altos (me) were to show up an hour early for sectionals (just alto practice). I ended up calling most everyone as I could tell the Program Manager when she called me, was panicking about getting a sign put up in the music room while trying to contact the rest of the class. She's a really sweet, but tough lady--the heart of all the choral programs. She has MS--she's a total trouper--one must never try to sympathize or even empathize--she'll have none of it. Now me, OTOH, if you want to feel a little, just a tiny bit a sorry for me--go ahead.
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