In which decorating has unexpected results.
In an effort to celebrate the season, which is Spring, I guess, and some Xian holiday I only vaguely care about, I filled these bottles with colored water yesterday and put them on the kitchen windowsill:
Nice, huh? I pretty much nailed the whole pastel thing, don’t you think?
Anyway, as a result — I believe — of observing this ritual, I found candy on my bedroom stairs this morning:
Take that, you God-hating atheists!
Er, wait.
Take that, you Nature-hating, um, non-Paganists!
(No matter how old you get, there’s nothing like finding a treat on Easter morning. Makes you feel like you belong.)
The burning question here is whether you nibbled first on Baby Binks’s bunny ears or gnawed out his piercing gaze.
I haven’t even opened the bunneh. I ate 10 of the mini creme eggs, though. -m