I love you, my bunnies...
I changed the blog template because I really am a springtime (actually more a late springtime) person but don't think all of those flowers make me a hippy happy quiet soul - because I am not. And it's because I wanted to wish Happy Easter, but it feels a bit strange in these times of catholic crisis... Me, I am just a recovered Catholic, like my maid of honor, and I kind of had problems with the Church from the very beginning. That is because I don't let anyone tell my which WAY I have to go. But let's start from, let's say...Sunday school. This is when I first met nuns (as an abstract object). I do remember very well this old lady asking everybody if they ever went to church and of course everybody went to church, because their parents were church people. My parents never were, especially my dad ...so what I could tell was, more or less "On Sundays my parents sleep". It must have sounded like heresy, but think about it: they were both waking up every m...