Arts and crafts: Part 3

Since St. Patrick's Day is over, it was time to change the holiday tree so that's what we did on Tuesday. This time it's the Easter tree, and it is by far our worst effort. I mean there aren't even any penises on it. I guess having penises on a tree for the holiday that celebrates the resurrection of Jesus Christ would kind of be in poor taste-even for us. So we stuck with what the season is really about: eggs. Diane and I didn't bother to do anything but shove some plastic eggs on the tree and color pictures with crayon and marker and then hang those up. Luckily Steph bought some cute ribbon to hang on the tree. Unluckily it was like 2 feet long and went around the tree twice. Sharda, as usual, was the biggest slacker creating an entire bonnet out of construction paper. What? Sharda, seriously-stop being so damn creative all the time. Check out this piece:

























As you can see Steph bought a new giant red chair that took up a good chunk of decorating space. There used to be a recliner there, but the girls decided to redecorate a little bit and put it here:



















Right in front of the front door.

What actually happened is that Steph, who is roughly 5'1"-ish, decided she would move the recliner herself to make room for her new chair. She got it down to the bottom of the stairs, and it got stuck. So she just left it there. Naturally. Seriously, Steph/Diane/Kim, how come nothing is ever normal at your apartment?

Hey-you know what's pretty appealing? The shit that falls out of a recliner that's been sitting in the same place for 4 years at an apartment whose sole purpose is essentially housing every crazy party that has occurred since 2000. Besides like $40 in change and a remote, everything else was...well quite frankly it made me dry heave so let's not go back to that dark place, mkay?

We ended the evening with Steph telling us all about this show she watched called "Blow Job". At first I was like, "Okay-listen I love you girls, but we don't need to share all our secrets. I mean if you want to watch porn that's your own thing, but we don't need to discuss it." Turns out she was talking about the show "Blow Out" which is a decidedly different kind of show having to do with a male hairdresser who, if I had to guess, probably watches shows called "Blow Job".

P.S. A special message to my boys going to the NASCAR race this weekend: please be careful, be smart, have an absolute blast, come back to us safe, take pictures and take a shower when you get back before you see me. Three days in a tent with 10 guys = a rankness that will make your eyes water.

P.P.S. Um...did you guys watch "Lost" last night? Three words: Ho. Ly. Shit.