Mario is not happy to have a rose on his noggin.
Conversation with 3-year-old niece and brother after niece catches Manly Man hiding Easter eggs. The audience is our whole family including a bunch of preschoolers.
Niece in tears, "Uncle Manly told me to go back inside, but I saw the Easter eggs and he was touching them."
Me, "Uncle Manly is not stealing the Easter eggs. He is protecting the Easter Bunny so you won't scare him off."
Me to Monkeys' Uncle (my bro), "Go help Uncle Manly."
Monkeys' Uncle, "I came over here to relax, not to hide eggs."
Me, "YOU ARE NOT HIDING EASTER EGGS. YOU ARE PROTECTING THE EASTER BUNNY SO THE KIDS WON'T SCARE HIM OFF!!" He has two girls and he still doesn't get it. Seriously.
I don't buy that plastic Easter basket grass. That stuff is evil and will turn up in the weirdest places. Even though I did not buy it, there is some on my bathroom floor. Whyyyyyyy?
Guess what happens when Baby Monkey warms up his boiled egg in the microwave? Go ahead, guess.
Somebody help me. Please help me.
Sounds like a very Happy Easter is going on! Lots of fun when you mix Easter bunnies, kids, and relaxing uncles!
ReplyDeleteSounds like you are in Monkey Heaven right now Deb, lol. You guys keep me rollin. ;) Happy Easter!
ReplyDeleteLove your bunnies. They are sweet.. I hate that Easter Grass too. I started omitting it from my boys baskets later on when I got smart. I used to find that stuff weeks later.. LOL Happy Easter!
ReplyDeleteIf the egg warmed in the microwave was already decorated, it probably looked very much like modern art when it exploded! ;-)
ReplyDeleteAAAAHHHHH!!! Never a dull moment, even on Easter. I guess you had pity on poor Baby Monkey and didn't make him clean it up. It wasn't his fault... really. The bunnies do look just adorable. And yes, that plastic grass is evil, especially if a pet eats it. Go for real straw instead, I say! Happy, happy Easter to you all!!!
ReplyDeleteI don't think we have that plastic stuff here.......
ReplyDeleteYour house sounds a bit like ours Debbi. Aint life grand?
Happy Easter!
Oh, I am glad to be a retired Easter Mom. Glad the job has been handed down to my daughter. Who has a five year old and a four month old. She will be finding grass/tinsel for a very long time. She has a male monkey-in-the-making though. You should write a book for monkey mothers. Tell the preposterous things your monkeys manage to do. Might make them think twice about cohabiting with the apes that produce them. No insult intended. Really.
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Beckie, Fun and crazy.
ReplyDeleteRacquel, they may be in heaven, I feel like I've been sent to the funny farm.
Tink, It is evil I tell you.
Monica, Right, let's call it art.
Foxy, Grand and crazed.
Brenda, They were cute when they were babies.
OFB, I don't clean up messes like that anymore. He did it. How else is he going to learn. Of course, I have to go back and make sure it is done right (it never is). Happy Easter to y'all too.
ReplyDeleteHappy Easter Aunt Debbi! Hmm, guess having to clean up after the camellia isn't so bad when you compare it to cleaning up eggs that exploded in the microwave, LOL!
ReplyDeleteCurmudgeon, You can always come here for perspective.
ReplyDeleteI can just picture Easter at Aunt Debbi's! haha, love the photo of the bunny and the rose. Happy Easter!
ReplyDeleteNola, are you picturing a zoo? Do you see plastic eggs flying through the air? Is there fake grass in my hair? If so, you are so here. Happy Easter to you too.
ReplyDeleteWhat a great memory- egg in the microwave, funny! You sure keep me laughing :) Happy Resurrection Day to you and your family!
ReplyDeleteHa ha! Great post. Protecting the Easter Bunny, of course!!!
ReplyDeleteOh, you and my mother would get along well. Back when I was in high school, I took a serious liking to making egg sandwiches in the microwave. This consisted of cracking three raw eggs into a big thick Pyrex microwave container, dumping about a half-pound of Tillamook cheddar on top, and nuking it for four minutes. (My father was working for Frito-Lay as a packaging engineer at the time, so he'd head out for a weeklong project at the Grandma's Cookies facility in Beaverton, Oregon and come back with about 20 pounds of block sharp cheddar. I'm still amazed that my arteries aren't solid cheddar by now.) I always knew when it was nearly finished, because the exploding yolks would blow the top off the container and I could hear the top crashing back down.
ReplyDeleteSuffice to say, I did a lot of microwave cleaning in my late teens, and a lot of those stains never left the microwave. To this day, I smell burnt egg in a diner and mention to my wife "Hey, I suddenly have a craving for egg sandwich." Since she's heard the stories, that's about the time her Elbows of Doom come out of their sheaths.
OMG! I AM STILL LAUGHING. JUST THINK YOU DIDNT HAVE TO CHOP THAT EGG UP THAT WAS IN THE MICROWAVE!!!! LAUGHING LAUGHING LAUGHING!!!!
ReplyDeletePaul, Is you mother stil speaking in complete sentences? Poor dear.
ReplyDeleteYou too Tesas.
ReplyDeleteKim and Victoria, they did a fine job.
Courtney, Right Very Funny:P
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