“Shit,” Theodora Hops sighed as she looked at her calendar. “It’s already Easter?! How did this day creep up on me so fast? I haven’t done anything to prepare for all the Easter egg hunts. How the fuck am I going to find millions of eggs last minute, let alone have them delivered? I can’t let all those religious families down, and ruin their celebration of the resurrection of their Lord and Savior, which somehow involves me and eggs,” she said while taking a drag of her 18th cigarette of the day. “This is too much fucking pressure. I wish I hadn’t had so many damn babies this past year. I’ve even started smoking again FFS. I guess I could hop on down to the nearest Costco, but I don’t have a bunny sitter. I can’t find my damn card, anyway. Ugh.”
By Catricia