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I made him yesterday, isn't he cute? *pokes him*
My parental units used to be quite creative at hiding Easter eggs, but they appear to have lost their touch. All the eggs were in plain sight. ;__; Where's the challenge in that? Though I suppose it's probably for the best, seeing as one Easter me and my sister found eggs that had been hidden the previous year, or possibly the year before that. We're not really sure. Speaking of old and crusty food items, there was a can of soup that expired in 2001 behind the bar. It can't beat the eleven year old biscuit mix though.
I had another strange dream last night, involving Amanda owning a horse and me, her, and a toy dwarf hamster that could move like a real hamster going out for a ride, and suddenly the cast of Pirates of the Caribbean being in my house and Elizabeth committing harakiri. (Harakiri is ritualistic suicide. See Home English Home.) No worries though, Frankenstein brought her back to life. Oh, and there was a pirate hiding under my dining room table with a vicious-looking white rabbit covered in blood.
And so my crazy dreams continue...