i've realized that's it's not really easter until you've dyed eggs. Although i can't figure out why on the one sunday when you're supposed to look your absolute best, is when your hands are brown from all the different colors that you've used to dye eggs. and then your mom puts your hair in pink spongee rollers that you're supposed to sleep on. but you can't cuz they hurt...
anyway. happy easter!
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Thanks a lot, I was trying to forget about the spongy rollers- ahhh the horror, the trauma. Actually it wasn't the rollers, it was the ridicule from the ridiculous hair.
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