Hi, peeps! It's sunshiny! And you can thank me later about having a prayer/talk with Heavenly Father about that. I've got connections. We're pretty tight~like this~(fingers trying to cross together, but not very successful, because with age comes a surprising lack of finger agility) Sometimes, when things have gotten out of hand here on the Earth, I have to mention it. For His sake. Wouldn't want a bunch of angry children murmuring against their Creator.
"Dear Heavenly Father," I begin...and then it gets a little bit less respectful from there. He sometimes chuckles and humors me. Other times, He throws down a little crap on the face, just to remind me that it could be~OR GET~waaaaay worse. And that's always good for a humbling reprieve so he can get a few things done before I start up again. But all in all, He's very good to listen to me, even when I end every sentence by going up, down, up. That's a whine, in case you don't have a nine year old daughter for reference. You can borrow mine if you've forgotten what it sounds like. No, no trouble at all. I've already got her in the box, just punching a few...more...air...holes. THERE! Now I just need an address. Post it in your comments and I'll send her out today. Or I can just look you up in the phone book. We can do this the easy way, or the hard way~doesn't matter to me. Just get ready to sign for her when she arrives.
But as I was saying, it's sunny!!! Thus, like a tick backing out of a dog's bum, here I am! And just in time, it seems,...for EASTER CANDY HAS ARRIVED! Cadbury eggs and microwaved peeps (not YOU peeps, marshmallow peeps! Silly peeps!) have been lying dormant in my mind, but now have been set freeeeee, hair tossing in the wind, white dresses billowing in the breeze, as they run through a field of flowers and into my outstretched arms...and GIANT OPEN MOUTH, BEARING RAZOR SHARP TEETH AND DROOLING IN ANTICIPATION OF RIPPING AND TEARING OFF THE FIRST PEEP HEAD AND BUNNY EARS OF THE SEASON. It's almost spiritual.
Also, about to come to pass is the making of the Easter dress! Which in the past, has entailed beautiful, ethereal white embroidered cotton and rose smocking, with patent shoes and purse to match. I know. I can barely see with these memory stars in my eyes. But looks like THIS year, THIS YEAR, what with angel babe beating the hell out of her femininity every day, I'll be trolling the whorish knits and bedazzled tennis shoes. QUICK, SOMEBODY GRAB ME A BUCKET!!! (gag, gag, wretch, hurl)
(Wiping my mouth)~So, anyway, looks like the storm clouds have started rolling back in and Heavenly Father might be done "listening." For now. But it's Okay. I'll be alright.
My Easter Candy is still here for me~galloping in white cotton dresses and patent shoes through the tulips and daffodils.
And chocolate never wears whorish knits.