Two of the few aspects I still like about being unable to sell our home for the past 3+ years are our community and our immediate neighbors. Every year, on Earth Day, instead of telling our Facebook friends to turn off the water while brushing their teeth or some other candy ass suggestion as a way to check off the “civic duty” requirement, we actually do stuff. Work, in fact.
This is a hidden sidewalk next to a MARTA stop:
Here’s the 1-ton bag of dirt that used to cover said sidewalk:
And here’s the result of our labor. I’ll spare y’all a picture of my blistered hands:
Not content to fall into the “all work and no play makes Jack…” trap, we followed the manual labor with a party at the end of our street:
Stopping only briefly for a showing at our house. By visiting the local pet store.
Where the haughty ass playing on his phone in the background had the audacity to ask the following of little Owen there:
Pet store dude: Dude, is he like — out in his pajamas?
Me: Yeah, that’s how he rolls. Dick.
Pretty Bride: You would be too if you could get away with it!
Pet store dude: (unintelligible)
So that was Earth Day.
Today was Easter. Every year, Pretty Bride fills out Easter morning kitchen with goldenrod eggs, pancakes, potatoes, and bacon. Except we realized we were OUT of bacon this morning. Naturally, I hopped in the car.
Upon walking up to the refrigerated section of Kroger, I knew God was smiling upon us this fine Easter morning when I saw this:
Oscar Mayer Super Thick Cut Applewood Smoked Bacon: On Sale for $3.99
Bacon makes babies happy.
Like Thomas the Tank Engine makes toddlers happy.
And closing eyes in anticipation of an egg hunt makes a preschooler happy.
And all is well until rumors of a “golden egg” are leaked to all participants.
And the hunt ends in pushing, tears, screams, and horrified embarrassment by all parents around. But I’ll spare y’all the pictures of that. For the children.