cake before so I’m assuming it’s new. I would definitely recommend it for any party or event.
Easter is Over
Easter’s over and already I’m tired of picking up strings of that synthetic, tacky looking plastic Easter grass. The ears have been eaten off of the chocolate bunnies and the left over cake and chocolate Ambrosia pie calls to me from the kitchen. My kitchen counter is now home to containers of Sea
Monkey’s and Egg’s that when placed in water grow into pink flamingos. Our dog is still exhausted. He was let out about the time the egg hunt started and was finding and cracking open plastic eggs and eating the candy inside while the children screamed in horror. We all walked around with wet butts from sitting in lawn chairs that were still damp from the rain the night before and only one ball ended up on the roof. The last shoe has been cleaned off and I even had a little Easter nap. The company was exceptional, the food wonderful and the beautiful, sunny day a blessing.
One funny thing that happened was a joke I played on my sister. A couple months ago my husband bought my daughter a necklace that said“Daddy’s Girl” on it. After my sister arrived I waited until she went in the other room, I put it on and then I loudly thanked my father for the wonderful necklace. I think my Dad assumed that my mother had bought me a necklace because he played right into my hand, telling me, “You’re welcome” and “I’m glad you like it.” I
immediately walked over to my sister and asked if she had seen my gift from Dad. She looked pissed. I asked if she got one too but she said she didn’t. I took
pleasure in her anger. It was so fun watching her squirm. The puzzled look on her face was priceless. There is nothing, and I mean nothing, more fun than
teasing your baby sister and I don’t care how old you are.
So now I suppose it’s onto that colorful, egg salad that we will eat for a couple of days while we continue to finish off the rest of the deserts and chocolates in the Easter Baskets. And in a few weeks
when we try on our swim suits for the first time this year, we will all curse the dam Easter Bunny and blame him for the flabby thighs and bigger than average butts. And next year, without
fail, we’ll do it all over again cause that’s just the way we are.
Go forth and prosper passengers!