The Beer Bunny
You guys crack me up with all your compliments. Neutrogena ads indeed. Ha! I should probably mention that I own Photoshop, and use it liberally. I actually considered posting the unedited picture for you... But then the crazy wore off. You'll just have to imagine the red, puffy, blotchy face that came after a half hour of cussing and crying on Sunday afternoon. Obviously NOT the same face you see posted below. But thank you kindly anyway. I love you even though you're a bunch of ass kissers.
Oh, and for those who missed my answer in Tuesday's comments:
The "I Love My Hooker" sticker is one of the originals, believe it or not. It actually says, "I Love My Hooker Header", but I covered "Header" with magnets that say "unfortunate for him" some years ago. Hooker Headers sells racing equipment, so I can only assume the sticker was given to me by my Mom's second husband (an avid racing fan). Which could be kind of disturbing. Anyhoop, you can still find them on Ebay if you're interested.
I had a dream last night that the muscle in my left arm separated from the bone, causing it to look like I had a gigantic fleshy wing. Instead of fixing it, the doctors told me to start practicing how I posed my arm so it wouldn't show in Hoop's and my wedding photos. I remember being kind of disappointed that the wing didn't grant me the power to fly. I think this wedding is seriously fucking with my head guys. Although thankfully I'm not alone. Hoop had a dream that I ran away from home, never to be seen again.
We're heading to Tennessee after work tomorrow for the Easter Holiday. We went as far as getting Monday off, servicing Hoop's car, and washing all the clothes before we realized we hadn't actually told Hoop's Dad that we were coming. That could have been interesting. Drive eleven hours just to find out that no one is home. I think I might have kept going. I hear Canada is nice. By the way, I won't be blogging Monday. I'll be too busy driving the eleven hours back. One of you homebloys wouldn't happen to have a private jet, would you?
No? Just checking.
I heard of a strange Easter custom the other day. According to one of the local rednecks, a bunch of people freeze cans of beer the night before and then hide them like eggs for all the adults to find. You get to drink the ones you uncover. I tried to talk Hoop into doing it, but he didn't seem convinced. Apparently he doesn't believe in adopting local customs. So what about you? Does your family do anything out of the ordinary for the holidays? It doesn't have to be this holiday. I'm just looking for a few good traditions.
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