We made it through another Holy Week, by the Grace of God (and a little help from Jesus, I’m sure). It was a week of new Easter traditions, as the seasons slowly inched toward a slightly warmer shift. Changes were afoot at work as well, portending a very different spring/summer at the office. But let’s not talk about work here – this is the place for fun and frivolity, so let’s get back to that grind.
Spring cleaning got underway at the Boston condo, and I got down on my hands and knees to polish things up right spiffy-like. Years of wear and tear were left on two rolls of paper towels, so hopefully those of us who stay there will be a little more careful with keeping things clean (sheets included).
To make amends for the slimmer hunk offerings, I gave you this mega post of shirtless male celebrities. I think that should more than make up for it.
Finally, it wouldn’t be an Easter Sunday without that frightening Easter bunny shot taken when I was a kid. This year, however, we had a little twist, as I exonerated thirty-plus years of Easter trauma with one fell poof of a rabbit’s tail.Back to Blog