Pants and bunnies and mudbugs
Apr. 15th, 2006 09:22 pmI went home for Easter, hence the non-commentiness on all your posts. So, some catching up to do....
Happy birthday,
emella!!!!! I'm days late, but I still wish you much joy and happiness in your life. *smooch*
suki_blue!!!!!! I got your package! Emma immediately grabbed the bunny and said, "I think this is for me." *g* So we've named the bunny Suki in your honor. And all the chocolate! I was hard pressed to share, but I did. Thank you so much, sweetie. That was such a lovely Easter surprise.
The Pants Debacle
I have a hard time finding pants to fit me. I am always in between sizes and while my ass and hips are enormous, I do have a waist, albeit a large one. After extensive searching, I've found *one* make of pants I can wear. I went to the mall in Jack-town on Friday to buy a pair so that I didn't have to wear the pair with holes in the crotch to the big Easter bash. Well, they were out of the pants. I immediately had a nervous breakdown, with the uncontrollable (yet thankfully silent crying) and the internal, "I should just throw myself off the mall balconey, right through the window of Godiva. I don't deserve to live." All the while, Josh is walking back to the car with me, lips set in a grim line, which doesn't help him to look less like he must've abused me behind the tower of antibacterial handsoaps in Bath and Body Works. But later, my mom gave me a pair of pants, which, *gasp* fit, so I feel better.
Easter
We always do skits and dress up for family get togethers, so we did tacky day for this year's crawfish boil, which coincides with MeeMaw's b-day (80 this year!) and her wedding anniversary (Rest in Peace, Paw Paw *kiss*). I wore this ancient yellow mechanic's suit--the crotch hung down nearly to my knees and at least three Emmas could've fit in there with me. My MeeMaw had blacked out most of her teeth and pinned toilet paper and crap all over her clothes. Aunt Laura was wearing a T-Shirt that Madonna shredded up in the eighties and had ripped stockings on and the ugliest hat ever. I might post pictures of this because it was insane. The skits were pretty funny too. They ranged in style from MeeMaw and Aunt Ruby pretending to be bag ladies (They brought down the house. MeeMaw had stashed some lipstick in the trash can and during the skit she scrounged it out and applied all over her face. Rube came out using a walker upside down. All their jokes were about all the trash Katrina left behind. Very amusing) to my Dad reciting his part as one of the apostles in a Living Last Supper tableau (he did this while wearing his costume from the play and a straw golf hat from his tacky outfit that looked like wolves had devoured the top half). Oh, and
crazydiamondsue, when I was in the potty, I read in the Reader's Digest that 83% of Oklahoma women say they can't live without hairspray. Of course, that issue might've been from the Reagan Administration, so percent values may have changed.
Sooper Seekrit to myself: Thank you thank you thank you thank you
Happy birthday,
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The Pants Debacle
I have a hard time finding pants to fit me. I am always in between sizes and while my ass and hips are enormous, I do have a waist, albeit a large one. After extensive searching, I've found *one* make of pants I can wear. I went to the mall in Jack-town on Friday to buy a pair so that I didn't have to wear the pair with holes in the crotch to the big Easter bash. Well, they were out of the pants. I immediately had a nervous breakdown, with the uncontrollable (yet thankfully silent crying) and the internal, "I should just throw myself off the mall balconey, right through the window of Godiva. I don't deserve to live." All the while, Josh is walking back to the car with me, lips set in a grim line, which doesn't help him to look less like he must've abused me behind the tower of antibacterial handsoaps in Bath and Body Works. But later, my mom gave me a pair of pants, which, *gasp* fit, so I feel better.
Easter
We always do skits and dress up for family get togethers, so we did tacky day for this year's crawfish boil, which coincides with MeeMaw's b-day (80 this year!) and her wedding anniversary (Rest in Peace, Paw Paw *kiss*). I wore this ancient yellow mechanic's suit--the crotch hung down nearly to my knees and at least three Emmas could've fit in there with me. My MeeMaw had blacked out most of her teeth and pinned toilet paper and crap all over her clothes. Aunt Laura was wearing a T-Shirt that Madonna shredded up in the eighties and had ripped stockings on and the ugliest hat ever. I might post pictures of this because it was insane. The skits were pretty funny too. They ranged in style from MeeMaw and Aunt Ruby pretending to be bag ladies (They brought down the house. MeeMaw had stashed some lipstick in the trash can and during the skit she scrounged it out and applied all over her face. Rube came out using a walker upside down. All their jokes were about all the trash Katrina left behind. Very amusing) to my Dad reciting his part as one of the apostles in a Living Last Supper tableau (he did this while wearing his costume from the play and a straw golf hat from his tacky outfit that looked like wolves had devoured the top half). Oh, and
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