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Thursday, I saw something on Fb about Good Friday being the next day. This was the first I'd realized this weekend was Easter. Sometime on Friday I realized I hadn't heard anything from my mom about Easter dinner on Sunday. We always have dinner with the family on Easter, Thanksgiving and Christmas. Saturday morning, Cindy made plans to visit a friend for her birthday on Sunday. Later in the day I finally decided I should inquire about said dinner. If I hadn't, I figure I probably would have gotten a "where are you?" call this afternoon. And it would have been partly my fault for not asking.
Turns out my mom had forgotten to tell us about it. So I went over to Mom's today. My sister and her two kids were there. Before dinner, I saw my mom take the salad bowls off the table (we usually bring the salad). So we had dinner. Cindy arrived after we'd finished eating, but before dessert.
Turns out my mom had forgotten to tell us about it. So I went over to Mom's today. My sister and her two kids were there. Before dinner, I saw my mom take the salad bowls off the table (we usually bring the salad). So we had dinner. Cindy arrived after we'd finished eating, but before dessert.
