Brunching

I have always found the term "brunch" (usually used as "Sunday Brunch") fascinating, in a repulsive sort of way. I'm not exactly sure why. It doesn't sound appealing to me at all.

It may be that I equate the whole phenomenon with the after-church activities I was forced into growing up. Having to spend a couple hours in church (Catholic, nothing like spending at least an hour on your knees), and then a few more hours at the Sunday Brunch was torture. I mean, there were literally only hours left of the weekend, of freedom, before Monday reared its ugly head... and I was going to waste it all in service to my parents and the creepy egg dishes people always brought to those types of gatherings?!?!?!

I wanted to roller skate! I wanted to catch frogs! I did not want to sit around in a starched dress and be told that I should be a good girl, and make my parents proud when I grew up. As I didn't intend to ever grow up, this whole demand upon my person was really aggravating.

I'm just not a brunch person. But it seems like everyone else is.... are you a brunch person?

In other tangent-news... I'm working on the rules for the contest, which I will be posting tomorrow. All the details will be up, and everyone can get to work on their entry. Hope everyone has a great Sunday... even if you do go to brunch!