happy easter

Nine down, twenty to go. I have to do this faster. Forgot take the laundry out of the machine again. Michiel wanted to go to bed, no sheets on the bed. I did manage to buy him a birthday present for tomorrow. And a very nice cake. It looks like a present, with ribbons out of coloured white Belgian chocolate. I don't know why it was important for the baker to point out the fact that the chocolate was Belgian. Chocolate is most probably African, but that doesn't sound so good. Otger found himself a new book at the book store where we got the present, and we bought Piffin a Juxtapoz. So I said to the cashier, something for the father, the son and the daughter, nothing for me. She checked out the articles, for the father, the son, and the holy ghost. I mean, the Juxtapoz. They said they had been making religious jokes all day, and that they should stop, but that they couldn't.