Jelly Beans & Church Crashing

Greeting and Happy Easter from our temporary home-- the sunshine state and the Holiday Inn Suites.

In my somewhat attempt to mimic my years past masquerade as the Easter Bunny--I tossed on the counter of the hotel room kitchenette bags of M&M's, Snicker Eggs, Peeps (because what is Easter without a peep) and Jelly Beans. Not a single thing arranged beautifully in pastel colored baskets with bows, just hole bags of goodness. Thank God the girls are all teens and it didn't matter to them that there weren't dyed eggs and basket hide and seek--what mattered is that we aren't in Saint Louis where the weather is in the thirties with snow flurries and flooded rivers surround.

To keep in good with tradition King Ralph convinced us all that we needed to find a church and worship on the holiest holy of Christian holidays. We did just that. It was most adorable church-- quaint and small-- with Easter egg colored stain glass windows; but filled with church crashers galore. We were asked to sport name tags that not only announced our name but where we originate from. We shared pew with folk from Ohio, California, Minneapolis, etc. It was a fulfilling experience in a house of worship ever so welcoming.

Then we came back to our hotel changed from our spring dresses and headed to Universal Studios. Nothing is better than gnawing on jelly beans while waiting in line to ride "Jaws".

Which brings me to this....

Dear Man in Front Of Us in Line-
You must have turned your Easter eggs into egg salad before you entered the park. You know what makes me think this? Well the fact that you had to blow your intestines clean while in line may have been an indicator. You think you are a ventriloquist farter but you aren't; we sniffed you out. You not only gassed us out once but twice.UNACCEPTABLE! The poor lads in front of you had to take there T-shirts to cover there noses in an effort to preserve what little bit of clean air you left for your fellow mans to breath. I think King Ralph's advice to you was perfect--get yourself to a bathroom. I certainly hope you were able to read his mind and took the King's advice.

When we left the park we headed out for a steak dinner.

Then we called my mother-in-law who inquired to Princess A if she would be able to get on TV for a debut on Girls Gone Wild. She did say to her "maybe that isn't a good idea with your parents along". Oh brother, my mother-in-law gets funnier and funnier with age. A little FYI Grandma-- Girls Gone Wild doesn't film in Orlando. Not to mention, silly Grandma, Girls Gone Wild isn't for Princess!

Once again, Happy Easter!