holiday musings

What's with this guy thing about holidays? My guys definitely seem to be against 'em. Sorta. Steve especially.

Valentines Day - just a card, not until the end of the day. I didn't think that was the greatest. But had I known Easter would be worse, I would have thought VD was great...

Today is Wednesday. 3 days past Easter. The Easter basket and card that I gave to Steve are still sitting untouched in front of the TV. Maybe he's thinking, "If I ignore them will they go away?" There was absolutely no acknowledgement that there was a holiday. I know my regular half a dozen readers remember that Steve has rejected Christ. There is a secular, family aspect to this holiday as well though. Think Easter Bunny, etc. Not even that deserved a nod, apparently. We did go over to his dad's where I made Eggs ala Goldenrod. (creamed eggs on toast.) That was it.

Does he not realize that seeing that untouched envelope is like a slap in the face to me?

Apparently not.

He finds something just about every holiday to pick about. This time around it's my brakes on the Montana. Of course, I wore them out geocaching. I apparently must walk to work every day since geocaching is what wears my car out.

Am I better off with him or without him? Some days I'm not so sure.