some of you might remember when i made the dreaded mistake of telling blake the easter bunny wasn't real. you can read about this traumatic moment here. he has since forgotten that he once cared about the stupid bunny and has accepted the fact that it is me who does the egg hiding. so much so, that he tormented me all weekend to hide them early.
"come on mom, just hide them on friday night! who cares? why do we have to wait until sunday???? MAAAAHM!"
i considered it. cause what difference does it make if i hide them on friday night, or saturday night? and what the hell do easter eggs and a freaking bunny have to do with jesus? where did this come from anyways? not the jesus part, the bunny part. well hell, while you're at it, might as well explain the jesus part too. just kidding. kind of. anways, i made him wait until sunday morning to hunt for eggs and now he has the biggest bag of candy known to man. and he'll never eat it. he still has tons of his halloween candy in a bowl. he is obsessed with having candy, but once he gets it- he doesn't eat it. unless it's a reese's. then he makes himself sick with them. he gets that from me. i'm a reeseaholic. if there's a 12 step program for that, i don't want it.
i'm still working on getting the video of me in the mud up. i have it, but it's not broken into parts and i need to do that. or scott needs to send me that one clip, but he slacks and obviously hates me, so we can all blame him for the hold up.