Bleeding Fiction

It's a grand week for holidays. Today is Easter, which is fun because it's the only holiday I know of that celebrates the living dead. But beyond that, Easter's always been interesting for me because my family usually celebrates it on an entirely different day than the rest of the States. The Greek Orthodox form of Christianity doesn't use the Gregorian calendar, after all. This is all because of something called The Great Schism, which I don't need to go into here. Suffice it to say that it was because various and sundry medieval people were being people and this year is odd because the two Easters are on the same day.

Of much greater importance is the fact that I have no Death Cookies. My grandmother isn't really able to stay on her feet these days, so she's really not up to making cookies. I'm very disappointed. I may have to take drastic measures and make them myself, using one of the many recipies I've found online. But it would scare me to have such power. I think I might have to make them all the time and eating so many of the things would surely kill me.

But it would be a good death...