"The dirty egg needs a bath....he is smarter than you, at least by half....
you'll look till your head begins to spin....then look some more, the fun begins!"
There's the egg! In the washing machine! WHAT??!
He's a tricky one, my Dad.
My sister finding an egg.
My bro and huz finding eggs.
My brother is 75% blind and destroyed us at the egg hung.
We had a great Easter doing an Easter egg hunt at my parents house and getting fat off of my Dad's amazing cooking. My dad writes up 13 riddles each year and has us GROWN kids running around the house trying to find eggs! We've been doing this tradition for years. It's actually really fun.
We feel like retards when our old man (who had brain surgery) out smarts us.
Saturday we went to church (who goes to church on their date night?!) lame asses. It was a wonderful time of worship and reflection of what Jesus did, taking on death so I could be reconciled to God etc etc. Afterwards, we ate at a Vietnamese restaurant and I ordered a sea food plate. I was too tired to look and see what was in it, and Dustin already ordered, So I just pointed at the picture and that's what I got. But before the adorable-teen aged waitress walked away, I quickly asked what the dish consisted of.
Me: What's actually in it?
Cute Asian girl (with cute Asian accent): Um, squid, shrimp, vegetables, fish balls, noodles.....
Me: FISH BALLS? Like, FISHES BALLS????
Embarrassed, cute, turning red, Asian girl (with cute Asian accent): NO! Not "fish's BALLS!" Like, pieces of fish, cut up and rolled into balls, then deep fried!
Me: Oh yes, of course. Fish balls. Duh! That's what I meant! Fish balls!!!! (Insert nervous laughter)
wow. I'm a damn idiot.
Give a white girl a break!
Jesus is risen!
Praise the Lord.
I'm sure I'm not the ONLY one
who has ever asked that question.