Probably when you get here I will be out cavorting with that guy with the big ears.
And you think I mean the Easter Bunny!!!
"Ida, you're giving your readers the wrong impression. You don't have a boyfriend."
Oh shuddup. You are the most humorless woman. The only thing getting laid around here are the eggs out in the splendor of the grass up and down my street.
|Now, Ida Clare this is an Easter Bonnet if I ever saw one.|
No, I just want to get outside in this lovely springtime weather wearing my Easter bonnet or in my case a three-color wig. The style around here is to have parts of your hair dyed about three different shades if you count the darkest ones at your roots. Really?
I can hardly maintain the one color God gave me. There are fates worse than dyeing your hair, but every time I see that silver pathway working its way toward my forehead, I can't think of any. If they had only told me I was going to need to know chemistry to mix the ingredients to color my hair, I might have paid more attention in class. As it is, I only know how to light up Bunson's burner.
But I digress. I just want to wish you the Happiest of Easters spending it with your loved ones and families.