Blake was over last night and I did that thing I do where I wait until the last minute and then blurt out, “CAN YOUDO ME A FAVOR HERE PUT THIS ON” and then before Blake knew it, he was reprising his leporine* role.
*(That was today’s Dictionary.com word of the day, have some smarts.)
My original plan backfired, because Henry failed to perfectly execute my vision so I threw a fit and pouted for twenty minutes (I’m getting better), so I guess I’ll save that for that next year.
Anyway, enjoy whatever it is you do on Easter, and if you’re like us and do nothing, then bask in the glory that is no religious obligation! Stupid Henry, I mean, the real Easter bunny didn’t come back to our house so there were NO BASKETS for chooch and me and Henry, I mean, the Easter Bunny, said it’s because we’re spoiled brats and don’t deserve anything and now we know how he feels because we never get him anything for holidays?!
Henry, and I mean, the Easter Bunny, strikes back. What the fuck.
(NOT EVEN ANY JELLYBEANS?!)