Author: The Jody

{cue birds}

Hey, Happy Easter everyone. The birds are singing, the dogs are barking, and all the plastic eggs have been found. Junior has a hard time finding the obvious ones, then never believes me when I try to tell him that the The Bunny wouldn’t hide Easter Eggs in the trash. (“No dear, that’s where he hides the packaging…”)

So I still haven’t taken a shower, I really need to do that. Talked to mom this morning and she told me that she forgot to give me some rabbit turds to use to show that the Easter Bunny had really been to the house. Um, no. My house is messy enough without adding feces into the mix, thankyouverymuch. We are a feces-free environment.

You know what would be cool, though, is if we saw Brown Bunny (our local wild rabbit who lives, or at least used to live, somewhere in the woods behind the house). I mean, how awesome would it be to see a real rabbit in your yard on Easter morning?

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Off to the Science Museum today. I hope to learn at least one new thing, if only how much it costs to park. Looks like the weather will be perfect for a nice stroll, too. If we’re lucky, I will have no “adventures” to talk about when I get back.

And Happy Passover, if happy is the right word to use. I suppose not having your firstborn son killed would be a happy thing, right?

Try not to eat too many jelly beans or malted milk eggs before breakfast this year, you hear? And don’t forget, for you young ladies in the audience, if you wet those eggs, the pink ones can be used for lipstick. Well, the other colors can too, but i don’t know if yellow is in this year.

You know how kids are famous for leaving things everywhere and anywhere? Well with my kid, it’s socks. They end up everywhere. Every day I rant at him about the sock issue, and every day, I find another sock in a place it shouldn’t be. I mention this because I just looked across the table…and there are two socks on it. Yuck. And there’s one on the floor under the table that he was supposed to pick up last night. His invisible wife Julia should be the one dealing with his laundry, not me. But she’s a little too invisible.