Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Easter. Show all posts

Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL

Big Weekend

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."

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....





Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL

100 Things About Me #179

Lovin' Me Some Christian Revelation


My First Chocolate Easter Bunny
(and Comb-Over)

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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
Ordinarily, the prospects of a bunny looking up my pants and a basket full of every kid's favorite tasty snack sensation -- hard-boiled eggs! -- would be pleasing.


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.


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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.

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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


Is there any greater pressure...


...or anything more challenging...


...or exhilarating...


...than an Easter egg hunt?


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Mike Durrett: CONFIDENTIAL

The Miracle of the Socks

Easter Stockings
Every word that follows is true. Nothing has been changed, except I weigh 40 pounds less.

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

Those Easter Egg Hunts

My hunts are so successful, three hours later, I do a rematch for the west coast.


This year, we added a Hawaii hunt.


And Pago Pago.



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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."

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....

Photo: Church Sign says, ''STILL WRAPPED IN SWADDLING CLOTHES... HAPPY MIKEMAS, YOU HALF NAKED MORON''
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