Easter Eggstravaganza!

Oh the Easter bunny will be hopping all over the planet this weekend and I can’t wait to drink one too many Skinny Pirates and pass out before he burrows his way into my mini manse Saturday night.

Eggs, Captain and a cat shirt…
A heavenly Easter for me.

In past years, Easter consisted of the bunny dropping off Underoos, with my sister and I traipsing through the house like manias scaring nothing but the camera.

Tough bunnies.

As we got older, celebrations consisted of egg hunts with cousins, battling for treasures scattered in the yard careful not to knock over the four year old among us (well, I don’t know if we were careful about it but he remained standing).

Who needs a basket when you got plastic?

Traditions have long remained in the family and we’ve had the same baskets since our first Easters (I know, I know. My basket is not the pink one. No clue what in the fuck the bunny was thinking).

Two kids, two antique baskets.

What would a family tradition be here at CBXB without a little sneaky trashiness?  You see, this man loathes the fake grass used in baskets.

Grass hater.

Since Dada CBXB whined, cried and carried on one year about how the ‘damn grass’ gets all over the house, I’ve been more than happy to always hide it in the most unsuspecting places. Under his pillow, in his shoes and last year, the shower.

This grass needs cleaned.

What’s not to love about little skinny pieces of plastic that can be found in couch crevices, door hinges, car mats, toilet seats, dryer vents and bathroom drains all 365 days until next Easter?

Easter grass.
The gift that keeps on giving the whole year through.

Now that we have twin baby bunnies in the mix, I’ve spent Easter in a new way since we can’t always get together being 1,000 miles apart.

Totally not excited to see the bunny.

Presently, I get to double fist baskets all day long.

Who has my Skinny Pirate?

One for me and one for my pussy. (You didn’t think I was getting greedy did you? And yes, you New Cat lovers, he gets a basket too but is such a big, fat baby that he hides whenever there is any kind of commotion going on, OK?)

King Ted.

Whatever your Easter traditions may be, here’s hoping the day is filled with glee!

Cheers!

CBXB

 

Griswold Style Easter

Remember setting your Easter basket out empty, hoping with all of your heart the bunny would leave loot in the form of chocolate, candy, chocolate, candy and maybe a package of peeps?

My sister and I with our ever ready Easter baskets from childhood…still putting them to good use!

Well these fancy Easter baskets can be messy. Especially if you like playing in the artificial grass (I for one love hiding this grass all over my parent’s house just to ruffle feathers – in shoes, purses, pillowcases, etc…I know what you’re thinking and yes I’m a grown ass woman. Aren’t you glad I’m not your offspring?).

Do you like my green hair?

If you find yourself in despair over an annoying adult child’s tendency to play in the fake grass or if you’re so old that your basket has rotted or if you just don’t feel like getting in the garage to get the damn Easter shit down from whatever high as the sky shelf it’s nestled on, here’s an alternative for you that my family uses from time to time.

Just open your kitchen closet where you stash all of those Target/Wal-Mart/grocery of choice plastic bags (because you know you have 1,435 just lying around), grab a handful and presto chango! You have quick, easy Easter baskets. My family first thought of this idea when we were at Aunt Nancy’s ready to have an egg hunt but all basketless. The horror.

On your mark….get set…go get those eggs!

Yeah, I know I come from a family of classy geniuses (we don’t refer to ourselves as the Griswolds for nothing).

You’re welcome for the idea.

CBXB