I promise promise promise that I will be posting something interesting soon. Last night I blew eggs.. There, that's something to talk about. Member when you were a kid and your biggest worry was whether or not SheRa would find true love? I wonder if she ever did. I have visions of SheRa settling down in the burbs with a minivan and kids. She'd be one scary soccer mom I tell you what. And then SheRa gets invited to her 20 year reunion and she tries to squeeze into that white bathing suit and it doesn't fit and she breaks down into tears. She finally settles on a simple white shift dress and goes and like Mermista and Flutterina are there and they too have aged and SheRa starts to feel a little better about herself until Frosta walks in and she's all New York Botoxed Glam...And why am I talking about THIS?!! Anywho. Blowing eggs.
I'm blowing eggs for an upcoming project for Easter eggs. I forgot what a pain it was to blow these damn things. You take a raw egg, you poke the top and bottom with a pin and then blow. You might have to make the exit hole slightly larger to make it easier and I believe this is the most perverted sentence I have ever written. I'll paint them and bling them and post pictures. Jewish Easter Eggs. Awesome.
I'm going to be in a Saint Patrick's Parade this Saturday. Why? No clue. The only Irish in me is when I go through an identity crisis and dye my hair red.
Happy Tuesday!
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