Spring Break report-part 2: Easter Sunday

Well nothing exciting happened to me for the rest of the week. I did visit my two nephews, William & Jake, in Concord on Wednesday. I helped my sister with her housework, as well as wrestling the boys. When William, age 2, went down for his nap, I watched Shutter Island while keeping Jake, age 3 1/2 months, quiet enough to get the proper key points in the story. When the movie was over, William awoke, and the three of us went to get some gardening supplies for my sister's garden. Then we came back to her home to prepare dinner. After dinner was served, I got a call from my dad about the weather becoming bad.
The weather was raining. I happened to have my car at the San Bruno BART station because I thought I would be coming back that way. As it turns out, with the weather the way it was, I got a ride from my sister back home.
So the next day, Thursday, I got my car back, triesd to do a little money exchange at the airport, and ate donut holes and milk at Krispy Kreame before heading back home to develop film I had taken for one of my classes. Friday and Saturday are a blur.
I do remember Saturday night going to a fashion show that my Lions Club was a part of. The fashion show benefits non-profit organizations, and is called Legacy Through Giving.
The most interesting thing happened on Sunday. Easter Sunday to be more specific. On this day, I got to visit my nephews again, as well as see my father's parents, Nana & Daddy Bob. I am really glad to have them still in my life.
The most memorable thing about Easter is that it seems to lead into culinary disasters for my mother. On at least three occasions, she has had such disasters. The first was of Lamb shanks flying across the room. This was because of a faulty table leg that gave out. The shanks flew across the room, and landed in my Papa's, mother's father's, lap. He thought it was so funny. The second disaster happened when I was probably three years old. My mother decided to have Quail. This was a disaster not because of the food flying across the room, but because of a certain three year old's manners in how to properly eat food. He delicately picked up the Quail, placed it in his mouth, and began to rigorously shake his head side to side, making a growling noise in the process. This made the quail juices go flying in all directions. The result was a sound spanking, as well as being sent to his room. But by far, the most remembered culinary disaster happened recently. This was not because of flying or thrashing, but was because of a stomach flu. The perpetrator was William, and it just so happened that he mixed his strawberrys with ranch dip to trigger this disaster. He was calmly waching Wall-E when up the vomit came. This made everyone scatter about in frenzy for paper towels and cleaner. But once was not enough for this stomach. He promptly, half an hour later, came again. The trigger this time was a chocolate bunt cake. The drill was the same. And by his third go round, the smell of Daddy's beer a likely cause, everybody was anxioius to leave. So, needless to say, I have had a great, if not entirely uneventful, Spring Break.