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Mar
26

my so-called Easter spirit

My daughter told me I did not have the Easter spirit. After I spent approximately $4,827 on a shopping spree for Easter candy and flowers for the yard, I almost qualified until she realized I wouldn’t let her get a package of The Most Evil Thing Ever Created By Man. (Plastic Easter grass.) Easter grass that can hide in corners, closets, under furniture, appearing again around July 4th to get caught in the vacuum cleaner and be hurled up in a furrball by our cat. Yeah, that stuff. NOT GETTING IT.

She is undeterred in her Easter spirit, however. She came home, planted flowers, counted out how many plastic eggs a piece they’d have for the egg hunt, then started in on the Easter chocolate. Tomorrow I’ll make an egg hunt in the yard–I always try to make it as difficult as possible. My oldest son loves horror movies, so I make him the “Michael Myers” egg hunt where I hide his eggs in the woods or in the shed behind deadly gardening implements etc. Who says I have no Easter spirit???

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Why did the Easter bunny hide?
He was a little chicken.

What did the man say when he saw 10 bunnies hopping over the hill?
There go 10 bunnies hopping over the hill.

What did the man say when he saw 10 bunnies hopping over the hill wearing sunglasses?
Nothing. He didn’t recognize them.

What is the best way to send a letter to the Easter Bunny
Hare mail.

Why did the bunny go to the dance?
To do the bunny hop.

Why shouldn’t you tell an Easter egg a joke?
Because it might crack up.

Are we having the Easter spirit yet?

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Posted by Suzanne McMinn on March 26, 2005  

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  1. 3-26
    5:36
    am

    I just said No to Easter Grass this year. But the eggs all look so forlorn in their basket with just paper towel under their little dyed selves. :(

  2. 3-26
    8:45
    am

    Hey, me too! I did NOT buy Easter grass. I still have some left over from under the rug last year. :D Lord, that stuff gets everywhere. It is EVIL.

    Have fun!

  3. 3-26
    9:04
    am

    My cat does that eating the Easter Grass and hurling it up thing. That’s also why we no longer use those silver icecycles on the Christmas tree. LOL Happy Easter, Suzanne. :)

  4. 3-26
    9:23
    am

    Did you really spend that much money on Easter stuff?! Michele sent me.

  5. 3-26
    9:47
    am

    Oh my God. Tomorrow is Easter. I am a BAD mother!!

    Off to the store …

  6. 3-26
    9:50
    am

    No Easter Grass here either. So I suppose I don’t have the Easter Spirit either. Oh, well.

    BTW–Christyne has posted that she has already snagged a copy of Cole Dempsey, so it’s out somewhere! Thought you’d want to know.

  7. 3-26
    9:51
    am

    I spent double that on Easter stuff. :rolleyes: But not a strand of that damn grass in the house anymore! Isn’t that funny how we all hate it??

  8. 3-26
    10:57
    am

    I forgot how evil that easter grass is since my son grew up! Sigh…I wish my granddaugher lived close enough to relive the experience though! :confused:

  9. 3-26
    11:24
    am

    I thought I was getting away with NO Easter grass. My middle daughter was appalled and brought some in and gave them to the little ones. Moan. Three bags, three colors, all bad all the time!!

  10. 3-26
    1:40
    pm

    *blink* I can’t think of anyone in England who makes a big occasion out of Easter. It’s ‘easter egg, church service, home’. Then again, I’m still in state of shock over how big an occasion St. Valentine’s Day is in the US. :D
    What’s Easter grass? Oh, never mind. I’ve just googled it. What’s wrong with using hay? Or is that too much of a Scottish thing to say? :)

  11. 3-27
    3:04
    am

    Ha on all these people complaining on finding last year’s Easter grass in the house. My mother hasn’t had new plastic grass in the house since 1992 and she’s STILL finding it in the house.

  12. 3-27
    9:12
    am

    What happened to my post? I posted yesterday that Cole was at my bookstore. But, I don’t see my post. :(

  13. 3-27
    2:55
    pm

    I’m switching over to WordPress and I think some of the comments are getting eaten in the process! I’m sorry! Thank you so much for getting COLE!!! :D

  14. 3-26
    8:45
    am

    Easter Grass? With no kids in the house for a while, I’ve forgotten about Easter grass. I just have to worry about newspaper print every day of my life. :(




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