When all else fails, eat easter eggs!
Well, once again, I have struck gold and found the solutions to all my problems. To forget my woes, I enjoyed Easter dinner at my mom's. Enjoyed as in: drank and ate a ridiculous amount, including many many tiny 'poo/egg' chocolates strewn around table in Martha-Stewartesque/bunnies do Fraggle Rock manner. I ate them during pre-dinner drinks, snuck a few in during crudités and dip, had some with the salad, waiting for the main course, during main course, with a roll, during poker, and finally had the biggest chocolate eggy of them all for dessert. I collected enough of those small coloured foil wrappers to build those fraggles a state-of-the-art discotheque.
This morning, I feel like crap. Doesn't help that I smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish either (Is it me, or I was so drunk that baby Jesus kept on coming out of the drawer and making an appearance all night? All I remember is that my brother RUINED Easter, that my sister and I looked like two stoned freaks rubbing every shiny object on the table on our cheeks (including the tiny chocolates) in a nasty Angela Lansdbury attempt at solving the ' G for Glitter mystery', that there was NO STUFFING (since when does Easter not allow stuffing?), and that Bianca is a diaper-wearing biatch).
Happy Easter. Chocolate Rocks!
This morning, I feel like crap. Doesn't help that I smoked like a chimney and drank like a fish either (Is it me, or I was so drunk that baby Jesus kept on coming out of the drawer and making an appearance all night? All I remember is that my brother RUINED Easter, that my sister and I looked like two stoned freaks rubbing every shiny object on the table on our cheeks (including the tiny chocolates) in a nasty Angela Lansdbury attempt at solving the ' G for Glitter mystery', that there was NO STUFFING (since when does Easter not allow stuffing?), and that Bianca is a diaper-wearing biatch).
Happy Easter. Chocolate Rocks!
posted by isabellenecessary at 9:02 AM
2 Comments:
Your brother ruined Easter?
What did he do,…come out of the closet?
Not that there’s anything wrong with that,…
…it’s not worse than Jesus coming out of the drawer,…
Baby Jesus (ie small decapitated wax figurine carved by the Nuns of the Precious Blood (no joke)displayed at xmas under our tree - once we have melted his head back on, of course), nestled in his blue Birks box, did in fact make multiple appearances during Easter Supper. My mom kept on mistaking him for a deck of cards. A good time was had by all...
[Note: I am NOT trying to imply that Jesus has some sort of 'coming out' to do, I just think he gets lonely this time of year, but yes, the pun was intentional.]
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