To those of you who may belong to one of the Eastern Orthodoxies, I wish you a Super Happy Hole-ly Jeebus Week™ this week.
Sheeeesh!! I am frickin’ burnt out. Oy Vay.
The meatlessness…the 72 hour fast, and the ensuing Easter Meat-Fest has left me gastronomically tired, emotionally drained, and in need of more toilet paper.
The lovely Schmoop and I celebrated Easter by setting out blankets and pillows on the living room floor after I returned from a trip to White Castle with Sliders O’ Plenty in tow.
Initially Corky, our Talking Cat, thought the set-up was intended for her enjoyment…
After we made Corky aware that the blanket party was for us, we laid down and Schmoop, in her soft, white, “boy shorts” got comfortable…
Mmmmmm, nice leg. Hey, are her underwear laying just so, or do I see camel toe? Sorry, I sexually digressed...
We celebrated the solemnity and joyfulness of Christ’s resurrection by watching a timely movie. That movie?
Tommy Boy: The Holy Schnike Edition DVD. It was very moving.
We were chowing down on the White Castle cheeseburgers when Schmoop decided that she could not live on burgers alone.
She ordered me to the kitchen to make baked beans, get her brother’s cole slaw out, as she made a trip to see the Colonel.
Yes indeed, a bucket of bird was had. We feasted on beans, slaw, and KFC chicken. Take that PETA!! Oh, as you can see, mucho beer was involved as well.
Anyhoo...after eating the burgers, beans, fowl, and slaw...the end of Tommy Boy had arrived.
We felt a nap was in order. So, naturally, in order to facilitate our REM sleep, we turned the TV to coverage of The Masters golf tournament.
Watching golf on TV is second only to drinking Ny-Quil in the sleep aid department. Schmoop and I soon looked like this…
Of course, since we fell asleep early, we woke back up before the day was done and we had needs.
This was my need…
Those my friends, are the last two sliders. They looked sad and sickly, so I re-heated them and ate them.
Now I never mentioned this, but Schmoop, aka, My Girlfriend Who Has Ice Cream on the Brain, had given up said ice cream for Lent. Such a trooper.
When she awoke from her long nap, she once again rejoiced in the Resurrection by eating some of this..
The wacky, madcap Easter happenings at the Bagwine digs.
Are we rebels or what?
Have a great Monday, all...
Cheers!!
