Sunday, April 4, 2010
Blech. A true OCD nightmare. It is a proven fact that it is impossible to get every strand of this infuriating crap out of the house before August.
I don't celebrate easter, but not for any reason with which I would accost you and try to dissuade you from your "woven" plastic pastel baskets, nor the putrid stench of dying eggs, not to mention eggs at all (PUKE!). Nope, I just don't. But I loves me some Reese's Peanut Butter Eggs, and getting up early to race to Starbucks (sometimes in my pajamas--gasp!) and get in some good cleaning, reading, folding, well let's face it, cleaning, before the family rises, like every other Sunday.
Today, while indulging some lovely laundry, Jane Austen, and my girlfriend, Chelsea Handler, I am grateful for this, my easter basket (bleached sinks):
So have fun with your egg hunts, your cutie easter outfits, your ham (Yes, I get in on some ham action, I'm not Orthodox anti-easter after all), your smiley sticky kids (take lots of pictures!), and we will figure out what to do with this foil-filled, all-that's-left-is-crap situation tomorrow.
Seriously, happy easter. :)