Well I couldn’t think of anything better, so there it is. I really don’t know why I’m writing about this, so hopefully I’ll write myself a point eventually. I didn’t do much for Easter, basically because my parents were just down a couple weeks ago to see my brother and I since we’re somewhat close to each other, so they didn’t feel like making the big 6 or so hour drive down again, which is completely understandable.
So I’m sitting here, reading for school for my last paper of my degree, and I hear at my door, “knock knock knock.” So I go to answer it, and it’s my neighbour. He’s just been awesome, you couldn’t ask for a better neighbour. He even shovels a little path when it snows.
Anyway, here he stands at my door with a package of goodies for me, wishing me a happy Easter! I felt like such a shmuck because I didn’t have anything for him. It was all wrapped up cute and there’s a bunny and some hot crossed buns. And here I thought I’d have no Easter treats because I felt like a loser buying them for myself.
And now everyone stares at me as if to say, “and your point is…?” I guess unexpected surprises are cool, provided they aren’t the bad kind of course. I just thought that was the cutest thing ever.