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On a whim yesterday April and I decided to have an Easter dinner. We moseyed [mosied?] around Loblaw's randomly choosing things for our feast. We decided on a little roast chicken, perogies, caesar salad, gourmet olives, and quite possibly the best cheese I have ever had. After being on my next-to-no-lactose diet for a few weeks, I was dying for cheese...sad, I know. And after a weekend of non stop chocolate, we chose gigantic grapes for dessert, which April was overcharged for because incompetant checkout boy had scanning issues.

And then after dinner we watching Bridget Jones' Diary. I like to consider it the main course, being made up of the manwich that is Colin Firth and Hugh Grant. Excuse me Mr. Firth, but can I join you under that coat? I'll just shove Renee out of the way...

And after she left I spent much of the evening in front of the computer playing old school Commander Keen. I found quite randomly a download version of the one I used to have, and became addicted all over again.