Oh well.
Sorry.
I looked all over...
There were no other Easter colors anywhere.
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Good Morning All,
And a belated Happy Easter to everyone. Hope yours was joyous!
We are home.
Greg set up my desktop computer as we got back home. (He neglected to tell me the new password to get into it, and I am not going to call there). I am using my laptop once more. Kind of used to it anyway.
Casey made the return trip not without pain, but stoic as she always is. We stopped about 3 times- and I believe Miss Punk was more tuckered out than either one of us.
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And I honestly think she had a bit of pain herself.
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Once upon a time, there was a little family that lived in Flintville, Wisconsin...
The daddy was a dairy farmer, tending his fields and his cattle.- The mama always worked hard tending to her own crops in the garden.
They both tended the two 2~legged female "crops" they had adopted.
When the Autumn weather was right, there were crops to be harvested from the woods too.
Namely, walnuts.
.They would store the walnuts in the attic of the garage, (where the two little females were forbidden to go).
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Lots and lots and lots of walnuts-
By the bushel baskets full!
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. - They would then use those walnuts as needed for snacks -or for baking.
Mmmmmmmmmmmm...
BUT.........
Every now and then, maybe bored, or a bit hungry for a mid~afternoon snack; the youngest female would carefully crawl up the ladder to the attic of the old shed; and bringing a hammer and a screwdriver, would happily sit and eat walnuts until someone missed her.
Sometimes she got a bellyful, and sometimes only one little nut before she heard her name.
She would sneak right back down the ladder, replace the tools, and wipe her mouth on her sleeve.
She had to "borrow" the tools because to remove anything from the mama's kitchen would be spied immediately.
Cracking the nuts was tough for those little hands; but sometimes she could even do it with her teeth, 'specially if the daddy was using all the tools and he might miss the ones she took to use. Sometimes she just put the nuts between the boards and jumped on the boards. (This was sorta dangerous though as it made much noise and she had to make sure that there was no one around to hear).And every now and then she would get caught- Receiving a lecture on the dangers of the ladder, the shed, etc etc etc.
But oh, those walnuts were so delicious! And any reprimand, or spanking, was well worth it to the little girl.
One day in summertime, the mama was tending to her BIG garden.- The little girls also had to be outside with their mama; (perhaps because to leave them indoors, even taking their naps, always resulted in something or 'nother gone wrong).
And so the little girls helped pull weeds. Sometimes they pulled out a "real" plant, and sometimes they were told to leave the garden because of this.
But even then, the little girls were always told to stay within eyesight of their mama; (because if this wasn't done something or 'nother was sorta guaranteed to go wrong).
Not always getting along, sometimes the little girls would not be seen together. (OK, truth be told, this was more often than not).
The little girl went exploring, within Mama's sight too.
Much later, Mama was done working in the garden. She gathered her food, and went to the hose to clean her hands and her food before going in the house to make dinner for the family.
The littlest girl (3 or 4 years old), went to her mama, and was crying a bit. Her face was filthy. (This was normal, along with the rest of herself too), but the little tears made her look even more dirty.
The mama asked 'what the dickens' was wrong?!? Maybe the mama had had a really bad day.
While pulling something out of her mouth to show her mama, the little girl said, "Mama, I can't crack this nut."
Suddenly, in a flash, the mama went absolutely berserk.
The mama swung, clipping the little hand, and the nut went flying far far away from the hungry and sad little girl.
"That's rabbit dirt!" the mama exclaimed.
The little girl got her mouth and her face cleaned out/off real good; and never, ever, ever, forgot about this incident.
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BUT,
the little girl thought there was some resemblance.
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Somewhere along the line, the little girl lost her taste for walnuts, (and bunny dung).
And back in the day when M & M's only came in brown and light brown colors, she also lost her taste for those.
To this day that little girl will not eat brown M~&~M's.
Not for love or money.
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Plain... or ....peanut
Doesn't matter.
No brown M & M's for this little girl.
'specially when they are brought by The Easter "Bunny"!.
Additionally, this little girl found NO humor
when she received this in her inbox..
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Love to all.
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Ph-tooey. ~I gotta go brush my teeth.
Anna~Anna
"Flintville Annie"
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Plain or Peanut. (Memories).
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