Another post from the Other Sister:
I passed the seasonal aisle the other night in my rush through the grocery store. Right now it is a pastel-colored, candy wonderland. Jellybeans abound in so many varieties it makes your eyes hurt. It reminded me that we are quickly approaching one of my favorite holidays. Wait for it....... that’s right, the day after Easter. (Insert a mental picture of me jumping up and down squealing like a piglet with a baby monkey trying to ride on its back. Yes, I'm that excited.) Its uglier, more awkward cousin, the day after Halloween, comes in at a close second. Unfortunately, chocolate doesn't really do it for me, but if it weren't for that, both of these day-after-holiday holidays would run hand in hand over the finish line to my heart. Or my hips. You choose.
Why do I consider these as holidays, you ask? This is a silly question, but I’ll indulge you.
Have you ever witnessed a grocery store right before a news-hyped weather catastrophe? Mass chaos, right? People run around like headless chickens, glaring over their carefully guarded carts full of precariously balanced gallon jugs of water. Because this will definitely be the time we run out of water......forever. The people who, on any other day, you would happily carry on small talk with are now viewed like Sauron, not after the One Ring, but after your Precious [water]. It’s very primal, really.
Well, picture that random psycho, only with my face and a cart full of sugary goodness. Add some Peeps, which are sugary but not goodness, for my favorite sister. (And, yes. I only have one sister.) How can one go wrong with Nerds Bumpy jellybeans or the Sour Patch Kid variety. I have not seen the latter yet, but please do be so kind as to tell me if any of you have seen them in your travels.
Have wheels, will drive.
If they stopped making my precious jellybeans, I just might cry or throw a tantrum in the middle of the candy aisle. Trust me, you do NOT want to see that. Though, now that I think of it, I do have a friend who manages a grocery store, and I would love to see how the administration would react to this kind of behavior. I may do it just for fun. I'll report back later.
If you too are out to celebrate this hidden holiday, I suggest that you might want to wait until two days after Easter, lest you encounter me in the aisle and I start throwing chocolate bunnies and Cadbury Creme Eggs at you in an attempt to scare you off. I may not eat those things, but they sure do make a fantastic weapon, and the eggs make an even greater mess.
So saddle up your pig, preferably backwards, and get excited. The day after Easter only comes once a year, and you don’t want to miss it. But remember, watch your back. I may be lurking in the next aisle.
For anyone looking to get the O.S. Lurker a holiday gift, here's some gold. You're welcome. -M