More Easter Eggs

[Sirian]

It is more like poke and blow than drill and drain.

Ah.

*eyes glaze over at the enormity of the egg mysteries* 8)

[Occhidiangela]

Ah.

*eyes glaze over at the enormity of the egg mysteries* 8)

I still have a headache from my jaws slamming shut to preclude a double entendre on the egg emptying process descriptive.

The Chicken came first, by the way. Egg mystery solved. (And egg dissatisfaction initiated.)

Occhi

[Amy]

I still have a headache from my jaws slamming shut to preclude a double entendre on the egg emptying process descriptive.

Well, yeah, ok. But is there ANYthing into which you are incapable of instantly reading a double entendre?

They're beautiful eggs, Karen, Cy.

And seeing them really takes me back - the smell of vinegar, watching the dye tablets dissolve upwards into swirling clouds of rich color, my disappointment that no matter how long you left the eggs in that deep deep beautiful blue they still came out all pale. I don't much remember hunting for them afterwards, although there are pictures that tell me I did -- but I have strong sense memories to go along with the coloring.

Thank you for reminding me.

[Occhidiangela]

Well, yeah, ok. But is there ANYthing into which you are incapable of instantly reading a double entendre?

Hard coded, it is.

Out egg hunt in the back yard was for plastic eggs filled with jelly beans, and a few dozen of the dumbest things ever: cascarones. These are eggs that have been partially opened, drained and dried, and then filled with confetti, and often flour as well. People then attempt to crack them on others, or throw them at each other.

Seriously.

Mrs Occhi bought some dozens of them. First time I had ever heard of them. They are part of some Mexican tradition that expands the concept of the piñata into random acts of litter. Not sure of the symbolism involved, beyond breaking eggs. I wish we'd just painted some eggs: Shadow's approach is defnintely the better idea. I formally banned cascarones from ever crossing my property line, ever again. I further invited anyone in my family to go play with them at my Mother in Law's house, whose brainchild this event apparently was, any time they wished. That witch has been getting on my nerves lately.

The grilled lamb was this Easter's only saving grace, and my daughter's singing at church. I would never have suspected that I'd become an Easter Grinch, but I think it happened.

Occhi

[Amy]

The grilled lamb was this Easter's only saving grace

As readily as you see double entendres do I wince at the grotesque and twisted symbolism in that statement, and then wrench my fingers away from the keyboard before they can offer up something in stunningly bad taste...

[ShadowHM]

Hard coded, it is.
cascarones. These are eggs that have been partially opened, drained and dried, and then filled with confetti, and often flour as well. People then attempt to crack them on others, or throw them at each other.

Seriously.

*shudders*

I permitted a birthday party water balloon fight at the cottage - once. The resultant litter of small pieces of brightly coloured and impossible-to-rake-up balloon pieces sent me into a rant that nobody ever wanted to hear again.

Any further such events have taken place at the cottage of the woman whose brain child that was. She does pinata parties for her kids too. Small bits of foil from the candies litter her yard, and I can avert my eyes when I visit.

You have my sympathy for having that foisted upon you. May you be able to make your ultimatum stick as well as I have made mine.

[Occhidiangela]

*shudders*

May you be able to make your ultimatum stick as well as I have made mine.

"I can be a real nice guy, or I can be a real mean sonofabitzch."

Two points for the movie reference.

Occhi