Oh the Easter bunny will be hopping all over the planet this weekend and I can’t wait to drink one too many Skinny Pirates and pass out before he burrows his way into my mini manse Saturday night.
In past years, Easter consisted of the bunny dropping off Underoos, with my sister and I traipsing through the house like manias scaring nothing but the camera.
As we got older, celebrations consisted of egg hunts with cousins, battling for treasures scattered in the yard careful not to knock over the four year old among us (well, I don’t know if we were careful about it but he remained standing).
Traditions have long remained in the family and we’ve had the same baskets since our first Easters (I know, I know. My basket is not the pink one. No clue what in the fuck the bunny was thinking).
What would a family tradition be here at CBXB without a little sneaky trashiness? You see, this man loathes the fake grass used in baskets.
Since Dada CBXB whined, cried and carried on one year about how the ‘damn grass’ gets all over the house, I’ve been more than happy to always hide it in the most unsuspecting places. Under his pillow, in his shoes and last year, the shower.
What’s not to love about little skinny pieces of plastic that can be found in couch crevices, door hinges, car mats, toilet seats, dryer vents and bathroom drains all 365 days until next Easter?
Now that we have twin baby bunnies in the mix, I’ve spent Easter in a new way since we can’t always get together being 1,000 miles apart.
Presently, I get to double fist baskets all day long.
One for me and one for my pussy. (You didn’t think I was getting greedy did you? And yes, you New Cat lovers, he gets a basket too but is such a big, fat baby that he hides whenever there is any kind of commotion going on, OK?)
Whatever your Easter traditions may be, here’s hoping the day is filled with glee!
Cheers!
CBXB
You are Wonder Woman, because we wonder about you all the time. 😏
Now THAT makes all kinds of sense!
Somehow I suspect you would still be thrilled this Easter to discover the bunny had left you a basket with a new set of super cool Underoos.
Have you come to, uh, I mean woke up yet from the weekend festivities?!
*typing while sleep walking*
Receiving any type of Underoos in my Easter basket would be welcome any year! And in my sweet slumber, the festivities are still ongoing….
I know the feeling. Some mornings after a big night I wake up exhausted. Sometimes having the party continue on as I sleep isn’t the great time it sounds like.
Yeah….I too, feel the pain (as you know)!
Yes Easter is almost just important as Christmas for me and when we’re little we always went to find eggs in my parents garden and I continue this lovely tradition also here in Italy, only for this year we didn’t do it because of the rain ! Happy second Easter-day to you and your beautiful family 🙂 !!
Happy Easter to you! Hope the bunny found you even though it was raining. 🙂
Happy Easter and have fun egg hunting! Hope they mix in a few alcoholic eggs for you!
A few more than a few alcoholic eggs were consumed over the weekend….but SO worth it. Hope the bunny found you!
Happy Easter, grassy ass. Hey, I spoke holiday Spanish to you, CBXB!
Also, lovely one, I have tagged you in the 10-line love poem challenge because you are so very. 🙂 Have fun between egging and pirating.
Oh! Oh! Oh! Dying over grassy ass!
And a poem challenge, huh? I’m gonna see what I can do! Hope the bunny found you and dear Karen!
We had a great Easter, going to the Cherry Blossom Festival, CBXB! We saw somebody dressed up as an Easter Beaver. No kidding!
SHUT UP. An Easter Beaver? My kinda Easter party!
I know, right?!
Hope you have a wonderful time over the Easter holiday, C n C! I love the fur on the Easter chick bucket! Fun times ahead!
Many fun times indeed! Hope the bunny found you my friend!
Happy Easter CBXB. Hope all the bunnies and pussies get along. Keep the Skinny Pirate Bunny hopping. He accepts tips in the form of Jazz Hands
Hope you had a happy Easter and the bunny found his way to you! The pussies were not impressed with the aforementioned bunny BUT they made an exception since he left cat nip.
Hope he left Mama Kitty a taste of the Captain for her Rum Tummy
He sure did – he knows me well!
This year, hide the green grass in a pair of his socks. OMG that’ll be so funny, and you can tell him it was my idea!
DONE and DONE!
DID YOU REALLY? heehee