It's that time of year--time for a giant, mutant rabbit who walks on his hind legs to come and knock you out with an antiquated anesthetic and hide brightly-coloured eggs in very uncomfortable places.
Vincent wanted me to say right up front that a) no animals were harmed and no eggs were wasted in the making of this post, b) all eggs used in this holiday will be eaten and c) those cute little baby chicks that have been airbrushed various cute colours will sometimes grow up to be giant angry roosters.
Case in point:
The egg-dying happened tonite in the Irrelephant household. Parents, as a life lesson, thirteen is NOT too old to dye eggs.
Even if your favourite article of clothing is a pink zippered hoodie with black skull-n-crossbones pattern all over it. Nor is it out of line to let one of your cats sit at the table while you engage in dyeing activities.
Face it, there's just something fun (and photogenic) about brightly-coloured eggs, even if it's a travesty to buy medium, white eggs from the grocery store when you have a yard-full of chickens who produce 17 eggs A DAY.
My argument was that using tan as a base coat is rather like using grey gesso on a canvas--it can be done, but you gotta really know what you're doing.
And, as is patently obvious from the following photos, we do NOT know what we're doing. Let a single Sharpie marker get onto the table during the egg-decorating and there's no telling WHAT is going to happen.
El Pollo Loco, wanted for infecting a fellow Mexican wrestler with salmonella while in the ring.
Like I said, the Chicken Liberation Front had a few strong things to say about my choice to start with white, factory-produced eggs.
It's hard to see, but he's got a little automatic pistol and a bag of cash.
What is he rebelling against? What have you got?
Before I forget, tomorrow being The Easter Day and family being what it is, I have two, count 'em TWO Easter meals to eat, one at each family's home, so The Irrelephant Show will be on hiatus tomorrow, to return next week at a new time to be announced here, so keep those dialing fingers ready!
Happy Ether, one and all!