Sunday, April 16, 2006
Don’t make me throw pink eggs at you
As a kid my birthday was always so close to Easter that most of the other kids brought me Easter candy as birthday presents. Sometimes it was good (chocolate bunnies, while usually the cheapest chocolate possible, was still chocolate). Sometimes it was not (peeps are nasty… sugar-coated jet-puffed sugar should not be food).
Thankfully as an adult I don’t get this crap anymore. All this week I’ve seen impromptu stands on the side of the road selling monstrous gift baskets in all sorts of pastel colors. I don’t want those either. What I DO want is to make Cat’s rental here worthwhile. Her time is almost up. Share some of the love and click on over there. Don’t make me throw pink eggs at you.
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