Egging Me On…
As I watched my kids run around the house yesterday, looking for those hidden little orbs of sugar filled Easter Eggs—
—I realized this will probably be the last egg hunt they will participate in while still believing in the Easter Bunny..
Both of them are reaching the age where that sort of thing will no longer be considered “cool”…
..And as I pondered that thought, I also began thinking about this whole Easter Bunny thing…
A HARE-BRAINED IDEA…
What’s with a rabbit who brings EGGS?
You can’t show me any species of rabbit that lays an egg to hatch its young…
So let’s get real…
How about the Easter Chicken?
Not only does it solve the egg/species confusion problem…
…but it’s also pretty pragmatic…
When Easter Chicken delivers us the eggs—we capture it and eat it…
Darn rabbits move WAY TOO FAST to catch anyhow—and it’d take a heck of a lot of ‘em to feed a big ole family sitting down to dinner.. But, a nice big Easter Chicken—well—you got yourself a meal…
ANOTHER FINE NEST YOU’VE GOT ME INTO……
And WHO is the genius-brain who decided to create plastic Easter grass..
Once that stuff gets around the house—you can never truly clean it all up…
It clogs up the vacuum cleaner, gets in the the pet’s fur and food—and generally makes a nuisance of itself….
Somewhere—I swear, there’s a warehouse full of that stuff that doesn’t get shipped out for Easter….
And, when they’ve got all that overstock—they hire people to paint each strip of it silver—so it can be re-sold it at Christmas time as tinsel !
I HAM NOT SO SURE….
And what about the Easter Ham ??
They say the best ham is one that’s cured….
I know—I know–it’s a way of preserving the meat, but—it just evokes something else in my mind..
Like maybe the pig was suffering from one of those mysterious diseases that are so popular on soap operas these days—and suddenly—hey, It’s CURED !
Why don’t they just say preserved—or aged or something?
But CURED?
And what a cruel fate for the pig… First it walks out of the hospital—cured—and then ends up dying anyhow to serve as our Easter dinner…
Maybe we ought to make the pig deliver the eggs instead… At least he’d get a chance to enjoy life for a while after being cured saved…
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Have to go now…
The kids left a whole mess of half eaten chocolate bunnies around the house…I’ve already had five and I gotta finish the rest of them…
Hey—you can’t let that stuff get stale now can ya???
—Steve
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