As these five miserable orphans prepare to split between them the meager treats from a token DCF Easter basket, they dream of an Easter that might never come. An Easter where parched brown grass is carefully watered for weeks to prepare a soft, lush green expanse of lawn for young egg-hunting feet. An Easter where the table groans with a meal lovingly prepared for their delectation. An Easter where candy and new clothes rain down on them like a sweet April shower.
An Easter where at least one person on this planet loves them.
Unloved children.
aw,..Crackerlings...do they bite?
Posted by: nancy at April 16, 2009 06:44 AMYour grandkids crack me up, Nancy.
Posted by: Donnah at April 16, 2009 12:42 PMThey're so cute when they're little.
Then they grow up and break your heart......
Posted by: Mike The Bike at April 17, 2009 10:56 AMThat is the general consensus.
Posted by: Donnah at April 17, 2009 02:07 PMDamn right it is.. and a good general consensus, too.
C'mon man.. let's hunt !
Posted by: csason at April 19, 2009 02:07 PM