2 decades’ old in-joke

I was a zombie most of the weekend… hell – I think I am still actually in power-off / reset mode wrapping my head around the professional crap of late.

Yesterday morning I stopped by my dad’s for a cup of Easter coffee and seek wisdom about what to do with the frustrating business climate and the decisions I’ve made to adapt.

When I returned home I was welcomed to a huge spread on the table waiting for me… Apparently the Easter Bunny visited while I was gone.. (Also read as Chad and Kevin went way… way… WAYYYYY outa their way to sneakily put together an Easter present for me to cheer me up)…. Mission accomplished… Hello-Kitty basket with a Ferrero Rocher (monkeybear crack) gift egg, peanut butter / chocolate bunny, jelly beans, a schmoopy card and 5… count em FIVE Stikfas kits.

My nightmares of late have been purely a product of my rampantly insecure, neurotic subconscious. And if the gesture of a the material gift didn’t do it – then the smiles, hugs and declarations of: “We don’t care what your business does or what you do.. You’re stuck with us for the long haul – so what if you wind up in a cardboard box… just get one big enough for a king size bed ok?”
Christ – I don’t deserve them.

Speaking of Christ… Back to Easter…..

My mom stopped by with a little basket of goodies for us… Complete with a piece of Heavenly Hash – what possibly has to be one of the longest running in-jokes in my family.

(A Heavenly Hash Easter Egg has a marshmallow core surrounded by chocolate and nuts)

Sometime when I was about 9 or 10 years old I received a Heavenly Hash egg from our neighbors… It was a particularly heavy Easter that year… I had chocolate coming out my ears.

I remember noticing a few odd bites out of the egg here and there – but didn’t really pay attention… until…. One day when I returned home from school I opened the box to the egg to find a wadded piece of marshmallow core with just a little bit of the top of the outer chocolate and nut casing remaining. The egg looked like you had dipped it into a pool of piranha.

I came out from my room and asked “What happened to my egg?” – to which my mom stonewalled and said she didn’t know what I was talking about….

I would get the same denial over the next few days… Thanks to 10-year-old attention spans I quickly let it go… but never forgot.

For the next 12 some odd years my mother would insist that she had no idea what I was talking about when I brought it up. I can’t remember when she finally came clean and fessed up – but I’m pretty sure I was in college.

So.. ever since… She always gets me a little Heavenly Hash for Easter.

Ironically (or more like Genetically) – I don’t like Marshmallow – and will only pick off the chocolate and nuts. One of these days I should box up the remains of one of them and re-gift it back to mom just to be a smart ass.

oh oh – better not blog about this – that’ll blow the punch line.