Dear You,
Yesterday was Easter, even though you refuse to call it that which makes you even more faithful than me because you know what really happened thousands of years ago, you just refuse to acknowledge it. You spent the day with me and my family. You really love them, and they really love you, although not so much now. It was fun.
While you were gone with Aaron and Darcy, (readers, that is my brother and his girl) to get trimmings for cows and other assorted meats, I hid eggs. I casually and randomly ate the Whoppers off of the ground because, come on, don't even try to deny it, you would have done it too, you know they are delicious. Hell, the only thing you won't eat is mint chocolate anything. I can't believe you whacked that stupid Reese's cup out of my hand for no reason. I was going to give it to you anyway.
My favorite part of the day wasn't when I saw Charity, when she yelled half of my name, [Edited out for privacy purposes], or when I picked up Gunner the Runner. It was when I doubted that I was beautiful and you walked by me and sang that bit of that dumb song, "You're beautiful, you're beautiful, it's true!"
God, you are so stupid.
-A
