Henry and I waited until 9pm last night to get shit for the Easter basket. I mean! To tell the Easter Bunny what Chooch wanted.
Not that it mattered, because the first thing he went for was the one thing I actually had bought well in advance – a pull-apart zombie doll from Think Geek. He hasn’t put it down since, except for the 2 seconds it takes it him to pillage a package of chocolate dinosaur eggs.
“How did the Easter Bunny know?” Chooch exclaimed. “I’ve been waiting so long for this!” Meanwhile, the box it was shipped in had been sitting on the coffee table for like, three weeks.
We sat next to Jesus at an ECHL hockey game last night, so I’m especially feeling it today.