Easter egg hunt!
I'm getting good at these explorations, hitting the mother lode almost immediately, 15-20 minutes tops.
The Bunny colored the eggs my favorite, too! Eggshell White!
Good eats ahead.
And then things turned messy.
I've heard rabbits have trouble grasping "bring the water to a boil."
Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
Easter Cartoon Carnival
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
Big Weekend
Big weekend, met The Easter Bunny at IHOP.
I had pancakes. He had anything but eggs.
I paid for brunch. Told him to leave something on the table.
Oops.
I should've stayed home and had breakfast with The Easter Deer....
I had pancakes. He had anything but eggs.
I paid for brunch. Told him to leave something on the table.
Oops.
I should've stayed home and had breakfast with The Easter Deer....
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
100 Things About Me #179
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
This Makes Me Nervous

I'm surprised there was no public outrage over the Reester Bunny, nor the Reesurrection.
Next: Jujubes
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
100 Things About Me #169
Easter Charade
I was having a bad Easter. I found myself in yet another pair of two-tone shoes and one more big ears-enhancing chainsaw crewcut, but what really miffed me at five years of age was my peeps, my handlers did not understand I am a man of vision, a trendsetter.
During the festive egg hunt on the lawn, I found not one, NOT ONE Garden Omelet behind a tree or under a shrub!
Think like Baby Boomers, plebeians.
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
Egg Shaped Chalk
Wow! Seeing these brought back the memories.
Mike: Mommy! Can I? Can I?!
Mother: Michael, no. I am not buying those. You do not need them. We've got kidney stones at home.
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
Chicks

My wife showed me the Cluckers at a store, explaining that her brother had given her one for Easter.
Donna: You wind up the chicken and it hops around and poops. I wouldn't eat it. Gross.
Mike: It's not poop. Read this.
Donna: "Lays bubble gum eggs."
Oh.
Well, I'm still not eating it.
The next morning for breakfast, she served us hardboiled eggs. You know, the ungross kind.
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
100 Things About Me #139: The Agony and the Ecstasy
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
The Miracle of the Socks
Easter Stockings
Easter morning was unusual. As I stirred from a deep sleep, I realized my right foot was in the nude.
My sock had removed itself inexplicably during the night. Throughout an entire 40-pounds-less life, I do not recall another nocturnal sock absconder.
I was amazed, frankly. I wiggled my left foot. It nestled warm and snuggy in tubular white cotton.
But that right foot was naked. I moved it out from under the bedcovers to be certain, waving toes six-through-10 high above a cat.
"Yep, naked," I mumbled.
"What?" Donna whispered softly.
"It's odd," I said. "I had one sock fall off in the night."
"Me, too," said Donna, raising her pink show-and-tell toes, nicely arranged on the left foot!
We were a perfect pair.
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
100 Things About Me #99
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
It Comes in Threes
I've entered a bit of a quiet period. This week has been very emotional for me.
First, Good Friday.
Now, it's Easter.
And Tuesday, the season finale of "Crank Yankers."
First, Good Friday.
Now, it's Easter.
And Tuesday, the season finale of "Crank Yankers."
Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL
Show Me the Bunny
I don't like to air my religious beliefs in public, but one of life's biggest mysteries has been bothering me for decades and no one ever comments. There's a black hole of information. I've often suspected a dire cover-up, probably emanating from the Vatican.
I find nothing in bibles, "Dead Sea Scrolls," or "Consumer Reports."
Here it is, Good Friday, and where, oh, where is the Easter Bunny?
You never see him until three days pass. He wasn't at The Last Supper -- at least, in the group photo I've examined. I don't see any reportage of him at the Crucifixion. There's nary a frame of the hopster in "Passion of the Christ" (and Dom DeLuise was available).
Shouldn't we have seen Bunny before Easter? I mean, he's obviously within the Christianity administrative circles. His absence is all very curious, very curious, indeed.
And we need the eggs.
Perhaps, I'm too critical. To be honest, here's a full disclosure. I'm not exactly enthralled with religion at the moment. I received another Mikemas church sign photograph taken on my birthday....

I find nothing in bibles, "Dead Sea Scrolls," or "Consumer Reports."
Here it is, Good Friday, and where, oh, where is the Easter Bunny?
You never see him until three days pass. He wasn't at The Last Supper -- at least, in the group photo I've examined. I don't see any reportage of him at the Crucifixion. There's nary a frame of the hopster in "Passion of the Christ" (and Dom DeLuise was available).
Shouldn't we have seen Bunny before Easter? I mean, he's obviously within the Christianity administrative circles. His absence is all very curious, very curious, indeed.
And we need the eggs.
Perhaps, I'm too critical. To be honest, here's a full disclosure. I'm not exactly enthralled with religion at the moment. I received another Mikemas church sign photograph taken on my birthday....

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