what is easter REALLY like in nevada?

job asked me this. i'm assuming by the way he asked that people have been telling him all sorts of suspicious and highly unlikely things that might happen on a nevada easter and he's ready to clear things up and get down to the truth.

so here it is, job.

easter was wonderful. i was disappointed when church was over. church was great. even if it only reached one extra person [and it did] it was great.

it WAS cold and windy and rainy. boo.

we single girls spent the afternoon house-hopping and begging dinner off happily married families. so dinner was great too. but mostly church.

sarah kicked me in the face. kale kicked me in the leg. sarah drooled on herself for nearly five minutes and is still congratulating herself on the accomplishment. she also did a great job leading worship. we lost "buzz word." we discussed the real meaning of the word "regret." i think we've almost reached a conclusion (or a few separate, but similar conclusions.)

danielle is visiting. we made grilled cheese sandwiches and tomato soup. we hid money in plastic easter eggs and hit them around town. but we only actually hid two of them. the rest are still somewhere in my car. we lose momentum quickly.

i was both overwhelmed and surprisingly unemotional about the fact of Jesus' physical and death-conquering resurrection. but sometimes i like to be unemotional. i like when He takes me deeper than emotions. they're pretty surface anyway.

i took monday off. we bowled. i bought a book called "blue like jazz" and introduced sarah to "ready made" magazine [amazing].

danielle, sarah and i woke up this morning sick to our stomachs. ugh. i think it's going around.