Not Quite Easter Worthy Resurrection

Mr. Captain in a completely unexpected out of the woodwork but not quite Aslan stone table breaking style came back from the land of dead dates via text message late last night. I was already sleeping because I'm a grandma and my bed is just so damn comfortable so I only just read it this morning. It looks like we might be getting together Friday evening to have a drink and trade music. I hope "trade music" isn't what the kids are calling it these days. Anyhow, ballers like me have dates two days in a row.

Time to finish up last year's Easter candy people. those Peeps aren't Twinkies, after all.