Melts In Your Car, Not In Your Hands

We stained our fingertips rainbow colors last night, as is our yearly Easter tradition.  Also some eggs got dyed, but that was incidental.

Speaking of yearly tradition, I got a dress shirt and matching tie chosen by my son and vetted by my wife.  This year’s color is an equal mix of periwinkle, lilac, and ultraviolet.  I look forward to sporting these sateen abominations tomorrow during church and during any future job interviews for the position of “Most Flamboyant Game Show Host Ever”, apparently.  

Oh, the pic?  On the left we have a pile of 81 80 79 78 pieces of too-delicious sponge candy, imported from a far away land on the magical shores of Lake Erie.  Thanks, sis!  It was an awesome surprise to see the box on the porch.  

On the right we have what it would look like if a chocolate version of Rocky Dennis was in a transporter accident and then was forced to look inside the Ark of the Covenant. It answers the question “Do you think the chocolate will be OK in the car if we go to lunch?” quite nicely, don’tcha think?

Happy Easter, everyone!