In which decorating has unexpected results.

In an effort to celebrate the season, which is Spring, I guess, and some Xian holiday I only vaguely care about, I filled these bottles with colored water yesterday and put them on the kitchen windowsill:

Nice, huh? I pretty much nailed the whole pastel thing, don’t you think?

Anyway, as a result — I believe — of observing this ritual, I found candy on my bedroom stairs this morning:

Take that, you God-hating atheists!

Er, wait.

Take that, you Nature-hating, um, non-Paganists!

(No matter how old you get, there’s nothing like finding a treat on Easter morning. Makes you feel like you belong.)