Wednesday, April 11, 2007

Eggs, Candy and The Great Peeps Massacre of 2007

Twelve people. Here. At Easter.
We're still cleaning and putting away crap that we never use and only drag out when we have way-too-many-people in a way-too-small-house.
Tables. Chairs. Serving Platters. Roasting Pans.
And don't get me started on the candy.
It's E.V.E.R.Y.W.H.E.R.E.
As are the toys and clothes.
(When did Easter become the new Christmas?)
I could post a picture of Gretel eating her Easter breakfast. It was a Cadbury Creme Egg. But... well... it looks to much like a Porno Money Shot.
(My apologies to the creepy pedophiles. So sorry to disappoint.)
I could post a nice family picture but... well... my husband isn't too keen on having his mug on the Interwebby thing.
(Come to think of it, neither do I. It's much more fun to exploit the kids.)
And Hansel must have been PMSing because he spent most of the day frowning, whining or running from the camera.
All's I got are these...
Gretel's First Egg Hunt.

(We got there AN HOUR early and froze our asses off.)
Coloring Eggs.
(The only picture from this damn Holiday where Hansel is kinda smiling.)
Easter Cake.

(Probably the easiest cake I have even done. Nothing homemade, just a quick 5 minute assembly the night before.)
And then, there are the Peeps.
Prince Charming's yearly ritual of nuking them in all their marshmallow goodness.
Have you ever wondered what happens to marshmallow when it's placed in the microwave oven? Well, wonder no more!
(Warning, the images you are about to see are graphic.)
Three minutes later.
(They never knew what hit them.)

1 comment:

Dayngr said...

I especially love the little disclaimer (Warning, the images you are about to see are graphic.)!