Well, it was a real fam-fucking-damily weekend here at Rancho Crabberito. Because of the goddamn springtime snowstorm, we spent a lot of time inside with the spawnage, who really could've used some serious outside time, what with the not-having-been-in-school-for-a-week-and-a-half and the crazy sugar-orgy at Grandma and Grandpa's house. We had some good meals though -- made some broccoli calzones last night and had turkey burgers and asparagus tonight. It was the "let's see how smelly we can make our pee" weekend, apparently.
Today, we held our bizarre, atheistic easter celebration, which has basically turned into a mini xmas. The kids woke us up at 8:00 and then ran downstairs to find the hidden plastic easter eggs filled with jelly-bellies. We also gave them the requisite hollow, shitty-plastic-y-chocolate bunnies, stuffed-animal bunnies, mini-chocolate bunnies and, for an extra-xmassy twist, they each got a video game. What can I say -- we're easy fucking marks. At one point, Mr. Z paused and said:
MR. Z: So, wait. People actually believe that this Jesus guy came back from the dead on easter?
ME: Well, I don't think it was easter then, but... apparently.
MR. Z: That's impossible!
ME: It would seem so, yes.
Then he kinda laughed to himself as he bit the head off a Peep.
We also spent way too much time looking at dogs online, again. There was this heartbreaking story about animal-shelter dogs in the NY Times magazine today, and after reading it, we decided that it's way wrong to shell out 1500 beans for a pooch from a breeder when there are so many pups being euthanized at animal shelters. So, IF we ever break down and decide to pooch up, and that's a huge fucking "if," we're gonna have to do it through the humane society. Anywhich, we "oohed" and "awwed" at a shitload of doggies on the innernecks throughout the day and we're back to bandying the idea around, once again.
I'm sure we'll come to our senses again when the jelly-belly buzz wears off.
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Mr. Z apparently belongs to the "eat the Peeps fresh" school of consumption. I, on the other hand, must poke holes in the cellophane and let those birdies antique for a month or so. Crusty on the outside, slightly gummy on the inside--that there's gooooood eatin'!!
Happy Easter to you and your crabby family!
Thanks, Kim. I, of course, come from the "throw the peeps directly into the toilet to cut out the middle-man" school.
When you are ready to commit to a dog, check out: petfinder.com
I'm with you on the peeps. Sometimes it's fun to stick them in the microwave before throwing them in the toilet. Makes me feel like I'm dabbling in a little bit of science.
There's a basset hound rescue place in Waterford.....
More Peeps fun!
http://www.ibiblio.org/Dave/Dr-Fun/df200304/df20030417.jpg
http://www.lordofthepeeps.com/peephenge/peephenge.html
http://politedissent.com/archives/1617
Always remember--when you eat a Peep, you gotta eat the head first!
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