The universe giveth, the universe taketh away and says “No no no, not in my house!”
After weeping my way through four hours Friday of trying on dresses (and walking away empty-handed) for an Easter brunch that ended up canceled by Saturday morning, my uncle shows up with a big basket of Jacksonville delight: Peterbrooke chocolates.
Oh my. Among the bounty: chocolate covered potato chips; white chocolate covered Oreos; chocolate dipped pretzels; and of course, Peeps. In chocolate. Peterbrooke is the best. I always give their chocolate covered popcorn as gifts and — wait, why no chocolate covered popcorn in there?! Party foul, Peterbrooke, but know you are so easily forgiven.
This was the most amazing timing, as my Aunt had decided to come to visit about an hour before this basket arrived. You know, my favorite Aunt — and yours — Aunt Flo.
This is the first time the universe has ever sent me a gift basket. Never mind the whole chocolate-period cliche, I’ll take it. Hopefully I can eat some of it once I stop feeling nauseous. Stupid endo.
To complicate things, my mom and I just ordered a delightful set of meals from Jacksonville’s beloved Metro Diner as our Easter brunch and dinner (I still have to go to work, unfortunately). We’re talking poundcake french toast, bacon, lox & bagel, and the best grilled cheese on sourdough ever. EVER.
But as I was getting ready to go with her, my body decided that kick-in-the-head migraine you woke up with isn’t enough. No, the universe punched me in the gut, made me throw up all the water in my stomach, and I think it may have stolen my credit card.
My mom came running in all panicked but I’m sorry, this is what goes with the territory — not always, just when you need it least.
She went to get the food alone. Sorry, mom.
Off to wash colored dishes for the Easterland patio. I’ll post pictures later. My mom did a great job out there.
A merry pagan ova day to you all! Hoping for the ripping pains in my gut will subside and all will be well.