Ever since I was a kid, our whole family always got together for a supper, each easter. It was sort of an unspoken tradition that everyone always attended. Most of our extended family lives on the other side of the country, and my sister long since moved away to pursue her career. Even I moved in with my at the time girlfriend several years ago before joining the military, so it was the only day each year the entire lot of us got together in the same room. Quite an enjoyable time actually I only ever missed it last year when stationed overseas. Now that my mother has had her later-than-midlife crisis and left my dad, this is the first year that I can remember not carrying out the tradition.
Instead none of our family is doing fuck all other than trying to pretend its a normal day.
Feels bad man.
NEED SOMETHING TO KICKFUCKINGSTART YOUR MOTHERFUCKING BREAKFAST? WELL YOU KNOW THE ANSWER, ITS MOTHERFUCKING TOAST.
Last edited by Motherfucking_Toast; 04-07-2012 at 07:09 AM.