
Hopefully by the time you're reading this, you've roused from your post-Easter/Passover food coma and are back among the living.
(I, however, am stuffed to the gills. Too much wedding soup. And ricotta pie. And chocolate-covered strawberries. And ham. And Pringles.)
As always, my family's holiday get-together did not disappoint. Besides the gorge fest (two meals at two houses within two hours), we had lots of laughs:
- Helping my cousin's daughter prepare for her upcoming First Communion by practicing with jelly beans. Since she had the standard procedure down, we added levels of difficulty as we went along, including having her accept the jelly beans with her elbows touching and making her point her toe like she was a QVC model while saying "Amen."
- Making inappropriate "that's what she said" jokes all day with Brissy and my parents. (In case you didn't notice, I gave up saying TWSS for Lent. Man, that was hard. TWSS. Yessss!!!) My fave was when we TWSS'd blogparents' friend after she said the following about our homemade wedding soup: "Mmm. I love these little balls."
- Brissy reminding me of last Easter, when blogmom emerged from her room wearing some sort of zebra-print swing coat and the name "Tacky Onassis" was born. (I wish I were as witty as that damn bitch. He's so funny.)
And, in between all of the holiday craziness, we saw a preview of the newest reality show coming out this week: The Cougar. Have you seen this stuff? WTF is television coming to?
(Don't get me wrong. I'll probably watch at least one episode.)
So then the discussion ensued... what's your definition of a "cougar"?
P.S. Thanks to Dolce, who gave me a blogger award last Friday. Fun! I haven't had a chance to think about what I'm going to write yet, so go check out her blog in the meantime. Thanks again, Dolce!