It is Easter and for the first time in many years I have felt its impact on my life. Of course there's the bit about Jesus getting sold out for a couple for silver pieces, dying for mankind then rising but I am talking about the great kid believe in Peter Cotton tail hooking up all the kids with some booty, preferably cadbury's.
Peter was dressed a little different than in my past. He wore a white over coat and white chef's hat and spoke broken English with a name tag written in sharpie. Thats right he was a cook at a chow hall in Ramadi. I smiled and ordered a couple of "sunny side up" and he didn't flinch and cooked them with the briskness with out breaking that precious golden yoke. I couldn't believe it, for almost a year now I have approached the eggs to order grill at various places and ordered some sunny side ups hoping to get them but every time I got rejected because of the ban on fresh eggs thanks to that pesky Avian Bird Flu. I looked around for the hidden camera and Ed McMahonnon but it was reality. I am not ashamed to admit I liked the remaining yoke from my plastic plate.
I would like to clear something up real quick. In my last post I read it again and realized that perhaps I didn't complete my point. I am not complaining about the boys getting something to look at and put in the spank bank but I would prefer that the girls had something more to offer than an undeserving celebrity attitude and a 10 sec photo op. They are were too stuck up to even talk to the guys and acted like they were providing a greater service than the boys fighting for them. Nothing more than that.