Got myself up this morning, showered, shaved, dressed in my nice clothes, and went to my 19 YO granddaughters room to see if she was ready to go. Found a big lump under the covers, woke her up and told her to hurry, or we will be late. "Huh?" "What for?"
"Easter services" sez I, "lets go".
"Grandpa, it's Saturday."
So, here I am, as pretty as I can get, with no place to go, so let me be the first to say..."Happy Easter, He lives".