Ah, the true meaning of Easter: celebrating the rebirth of all that is good in the world, marking the coming of a season of hope and gorging on overpriced chocolate until there is no room left in your insides and it is forced out through the pores. How I love it. There is, however, one phrase guaranteed to put a wrinkle in the nose of the Easter Bunny and send him scurrying away as if threatened with a myxomatosis-laced Creme Egg. That phrase is: “Darling, I’m on a diet.” Just what is one supposed to do if your nearest and dearest is in the throes of a serious get-fit campaign and has vowed to lose about one-third of their body weight? It’s like walking on egg shells.
I can tell you from long personal experience that broaching the matter of Easter with.....
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