Y’all, I committed one of the seven deadly sins … on Easter of all days! Yes, it’s true. I, the Fokker, committed gluttony on that holy day.
In my defense, the food was really good. The turkey, which Sweet Babou deep fried, was tender and juicy. There was broccoli casserole and cheesy potatoes and corn on the cob and rolls and a big Romaine salad. Plus, homemade sunshine cake and French silk pie for desert. I even hand whipped the cream to top off the pie. The whole meal, every damn dish, was majorly yummy.
I ate so much that I felt like Violet, from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory, after she started turning into a blueberry. Seriously, I could have passed for 6 months pregnant. Except it was ingestion, not gestation.
While I was still rolling about from my excessive consumption, there was a massive Easter Egg hunt in my living room. We couldn’t hunt outside, considering that it’s rained enough to turn my backyard into a swamp. In fact, it’s still raining. I need to build an ark.
Anyway, a total of 100 eggs were hidden by my family-like friends, and a total of four children were let loose to find those candy-filled delights. After a joyfully hysterical hunt, 99 eggs were recovered. Why is there always that one egg that escapes us? Later, just before I went to bed, I found the 100th egg hidden behind my charger station.
In all, I had delightful Easter. I hope you all had one that was as much fun!
PS – I need to brag. I, along with my dear friend Alis, entered a writing contest. You had to write a story in less than 100 words, using at least 5 pre-requisite words, which is harder than it looks! I was actually one of nine finalists, and Alis (spelling her name Alice) made it to the top four. This is what I expected from Alis, considering that she is a talented fiction writer, but I was just in it for a lark, and thus I filled with squee that I made it into the finals.
Please fill free to submit you own 100 word story below. The words we had to use were junk, dignity, gunbelt, hungover, and punch. She gave extra credit if the words were hyphenated together. Like “It was a dignity-punch to my social gut.” I won’t be picking a winner, because all Fokkerites are winners, but I will give you metaphorical tongue-kisses.