For the mere amusement of all our loved ones needing some laughs or just to beat the insomnia.....shall we talk Easter candy....or Easter tradition?
O.K. now I am not negating the religious part of the holiday, but figured it'd be lighter to chat candy, and such.....let's compare...state to state, and country to country......I have a big beef about one thing.....
Marshmallow chickens....not those pink, purple, and yellow confections known as PEEPS......they've ruined life as I knew it....I want the real deal...those white chickens with pink eyes.....NOT CONNECTED....no way like the freaky PEEPS....these were in a clear bag.....PEEPS are in a box....you can't get the real ones anymore because those freaky deeky chickens have taken over the world....oh and speckled eggs....Robin's eggs....I like the ones the colors come off in your hands...then chocoltae, and then the malty ball thank you.
Not to forget tradition....evening before....you paint the eggs...well we did as kids....now it's a whole shabang....don't need vinegar....you get clear pencils, and do designs....pffff....what fun is that....more fun to beg mom to PLEASE is it time to do the eggs....gotta bug her....finally yes she's doing two dozen...well witing on em is boring....so someone hits someone else....fight starts....and mom yells, and holds her head....ya ain't getting these eggs da*n it....then she carefully puts em out agter the cold water....another fight......I want the blue color....no I want that cardboard cut-out stand that says DAD....fight.
So it ends up anyway....ultimately a brother usually who mixes two colors to be cool and it's gonna be tied-dyed eggs....except it turns brown....ahhh good times I tell ya...now nope....these kids have no fun....I used to get those BIG plastic eggs that open up, and put money in them....and when my daughter went to sleep...I'd make a trail from the front door to her room...like the big bunny stopped by just for her....maybe that was creepy...LOL...she loved it though, and I almost more than once tripped on one of em.
Oh hide the eggs, and hunt em.....then one got lost...and a week later ya all smell something....the rotten egg....plus we never ate the eggs....our dad had to wind up getting egg salad for a day or two...LOL...O.K. iPod girl needs to get on here you all be cool, and do please share....I HAVE to hear Corrinne's pre-America Easter, and Hollyweird Easter...LOL....be good catch ya's soon.
ur killin me ---------.no seriously -----ur killin me.
