
Ma Meré ca. 1950-1952

Ma Meré, 2006

Ma Meré ca. 1950-1952

Ma Meré, 2006
Before I post my annual Maxine Easter ‘toon, I would like to confess. My mother, being, well my mother, bought a chocolate/peanut butter egg for me yesterday. Yes, the Easter Bunny still visits me, even at the age of 36. Sue me. This isn’t the issue, though. What did I do with the 5000000000000 calorie egg? I ate the whole damn thing in one day. That’s right, in one day, I woofed down a chocolate/peanut butter egg that weighed, oh, I don’t know, 1/2 a pound? Not in one sitting- no, I nibbled on it until it was nothing but crumbs at the bottom of a box. I had nothing else to eat and drank a lot of water, but let me say this- I never want to see, or eat another one of the freakin’ things again. Ever. Happy Easter all- enjoy Maxine.
Ok-to anyone reading my blog this morning, including the spammer who decided it was appropriate to inform me he was horny, my next idea to receive a pep-talk call from Diane Sawyer- Skype. Why did I not think of this before? Six people- that’s all I need- someone who knows someone who knows someone and the last person will be given my Skype number and/or user name to pass on-oh and a bottle of West Virginia wine.
Come on! People have been given houses via blogging. I’m asking for one phone call. No meeting, no autograph, unless she wants to send one- nothing. Just advice, since my, uh family, only calls me when they need something, or to complain about their lives. For once- let something exciting happen to me. Getting the 7th fountain drink free from Speedway is becoming mundane.
I’m leaving it up to you folks. And for the Tweeters- if you can RT someone promoting a “business”-and I’m using the term loosely, you can certainly take 1 minute to RT this post.