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[tempestuously]

I love that Virginia has declared it Confederate History month. Let me correct that for them. Revisionist History month. There you go.

I forgot my happy news from the other day. The Saturday before Easter, my father and I hard-boiled about 24 eggs so that we could play our family's annual "imaginary Easter." This is pretty much where we tell each other what amazing colors and decoration we have put on our plain white egg since we are too lazyold to dye them anymore. Anyway, we finish the eggs and I grab one to peel and before I can even slam it down, my father grabs my wrist and says I can't eat them yet. When I ask why, he replies that we aren't done.

Then he pulls out an egg decoration kit with plastic dye cups (that unwrap like condoms), dyes, crayons and sticker faces.

Did I mention my siblings and I range in ages from 27 to 26 to 19? I love my father.

Comments

[rubyd.livejournal.com]

Awwwwwww the egg thing is so cute!

[nayami.livejournal.com]

He dyed eggs too because he is a megadork. He drew hearts on them to recognize my brother's relationship with his girlfriend.

[light-the-light.livejournal.com]

No, your brother will always be 12 to me. ALWAYS BE TWELVE.

[nayami.livejournal.com]

A very tall and muscular twelve then.

[light-the-light.livejournal.com]

That works.

[pussyfortono]

That is. adorable. omg.

[nayami.livejournal.com]

My family is special but in a charming way at times.

[pussyfortono]

I wish my family was like that.

[nayami.livejournal.com]

I think my father just secretly misses me. |D