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Saturday, April 15, 2006

 
did i mention that we named the rat 'cheney'?

RANDOM MEMORY POST
as i have watched various teevee shots of children hunting for easter eggs, it reminded me of when my brother and i huned for eggs as kids. usually on easter, there would be a spead of many baskets, our annual slinky! stuffed rabbits and jelly bbeans. BLACK? eew. mom got them for herself.
no eggs in the baskets. ahhhhh. the easter egg hunt. were they hidden? no. mom put them in a basket on the table. but tabby and whiskers our cats seemed to think they were edible toys and would take them to different spots. each egg we found would be partially et. the cats ALWAYS stopped eatting once they hit that icky yellow part. i myself never liked eggs much at all. i seem to remember i would try fried whites. never the yellow. i do not eat eggs. i will cook with them, but not eat them. hard boiled the ickiest. could have been the smell. i am kinda particular that way.
sigh. easter egg hunts always seemed way more fun our way. how many were on the table mom? better make sure we find them all.

those were some great cats. hmm, farmer? i may have to e you.

Comments:
yeah... e me. I have a pretty good egg salad recipe. I put olives in it. Gives it some zing.

Otherwise... I'll probably just plant some rutabagas on Easter Sunday.

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oh yeah... get rid of that rat. That can get outta hand real quick (before they make new rats). Do you have water near you? Or a well (like a real old time dug spring-well with water in it?). Sometimes you have to dig em out... (poison, traps etc...can kill the chippies) So you literally have to chase em down. My sister and brother in law had this problem at their place last year and had to dig em out by hand. It was no fun. But now they are gone. Don't wanna kill the chippies.

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