Wasn't my idea. Like I said I didn't even know it was easter until a few hours ago. I had shit planned for tomorrow, now I gotta call around and see if places are gonna be open. It's really inconvenient. A bit ago I decided to look up "easter" on wikipedia so I knew at least what part of the story that day was supposed to be about. Some good fucking candy around this time though.
So far, my day has consisted of: Cleaning the house Cleaning the house more Cleaning the house even more (we have family coming for Easter tomorrow) Fixing my fence after a dude on a 3 wheeler tipped it over and took out a large portion of it Feeling proud of myself for being the only one of 3 adult males that was knowledgable and capable enough to fix said fence (at least temporarily) Getting yelled at by my dad and brother about not getting the insurance information of the dude who was bleeding profusely, had a broken hand, and was panicky because his daughter was on the 3 wheeler and might have broken HER hand, and lives directly behind me, so he isn't exactly hard to find Telling my dad and brother to back the fuck off and let me handle it by talking to the dude on Monday Getting proper fucking drunk Playing Easter Bunny Time to pass out and look forward to another holiday. Cheers, bitches.
I completely embarrassed my dad at the dinner table growing up. Background: my dad's family is Catholic. Like Dad goes to church every day during Lent to pray type of Catholic. I grew up Methodist like my mom. This was quasi-scandalous to my dad's folks. There was always some time of jab about Catholics and non-Catholics. Anyway, we sat down to the table to eat, and my aunt asked me if I'd like to say grace. In my family we called it "the prayer" or "the blessing". Six year old me didn't pick up on the context clues. So when she asked, I responded with, "...................umm what's that?" There was an audible gasp at the table followed by awkward silence. My dad was like, "THE PRAYER! SAY THE PRAYER, TX!!!!!" I'm sure they thought I was a heathen.
I wasn't going to say anything about this, but you called me out. Looks good. But it has an automatic. What the hell? Also, I really don't have much brand-loyalty when it comes to GM F-bodies; I know that I brag on my Pontiac all the time, but I only bought it because I was looking for a replacement for my '92 Camaro. (All (most) of the parts interchanged) Since the car in that video is obviously based on a Zeta-body Camaro with a bunch of one-off parts, I'd rather have a regular Camaro. I'm all about going fast for cheap, and not being obvious about it. Anyway, happy Easter, folks:
Today I'll be attempting to wrestle my obese mentally ill mother into my house so I can listen to her complain for 3 hours. I used to really enjoy holidays, I honestly did.
I've got War of the Worlds on the TV right now. Is this an example of how stupid modern action movies are or is this movie just crap?
I have viral pneumonia. I shall attempt to kill this annoying bastard by drowning it in alcohol. Happy Easter.
Hahahahahaha, that's completely hilarious. What, can't drive a stick anymore because of a bad hip? Or maybe arthritis makes shifting too hard...
Cleaning out a hoarder's house this week, including today, Easter. It fucking sucks balls! We have filled two complete 30-yard rollbacks, with the third one being delivered tomorrow; mind you, this is not even a 2000sqft house, it is fucking ridiculous. I feel bad for my father, this is his brother and he just left this all behind for my father to have to clean up. Did I mention mouse houses? We have found 5 mouse houses, 1 still active. Every pay stub, receipt and taco bell sauce that he came across since the mid-90s as well. The best find of all though is that I have every issue sequentially for over a decade of Tight and Shaved magazine....talk about a find!
I think Oden wins the Best Easter Ever award, congratulations, sounds like a day you'll never forget no matter how much you'd like to.
$508 a month to live in an actual box. WTF? http://www.dailymail.co.uk/news/art...tment-s-equipped-sliding-door-LED-lights.html
Being married to a Jew means Easter is largely uneventful. Having said that - what a dreary day it's been.
I feel so full. Made a tirimisu trifle thing for fun. Weirdness of the day was when I noticed that my husband and dad were wearing the exact same outfit, complete with shoes. I'm afraid that, in some regards, I married my dad.