It's one of those times of year that I'm reminded Americans go month-day, and not day-month, and so am further reminded how deeply, deeply weird they are.
And it's Easter, so there's Easter egg chocolate, which is somehow far nicer than what is ostensibly the same chocolate in other forms (nicer still are chocolate Santas). And once again I mean to look up why Easter is moveable, which I sometimes do but I forget why come the next Easter.
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Of course, it's probably quite a bit more complicated than that.
You know sometimes, between the dames and the horses, I don't even know why I put my hat on.