NOTE: This is a post from Easter that was gathering dust in my drafts drawer. I’ve resurrected it (some pun intented) because I’m desperately low on energy and material for the Blogathon today. Buen Provecho!
It’s Easter, and thanks to a brutal crucifixion that occurred two thousand years ago, there’s been a recent influx of sweet treats into my house—chocolate, jelly beans, lollipops, marshmallow rabbits impersonating characters from the NBC sitcom The Office. You know, Easter candy.
Let’s not get into the whole rabbit who lays chocolate eggs versus Jesus who rises from the dead discussion. Both seem entirely plausible compared to what’s been going on in my household.
My wife showed me this video on YouTube:
From a YouTube video entitled "Smoking Smarties"
Neither my wife nor I smoke. I did in college for a couple of years—she never has—so I was shocked to see her whip out two packages of Smarties and shake ‘em with giddy excitement.
In my wife’s defense, she’s got a thing for candy chemistry. Remember that whole Mentos-and-Diet Coke explosion experiment a few years ago? She was all about it for weeks on end. Lava cake? Forget about it.
I’m pleased to announce that the microscopic cilia forest in the back of my throat—the ones I torched back in college—has fully recoverd. I coughed like crazy, spewing Smarties dust all over the kitchen.
My wife, well, she giggled like a maniac. Someone please call the authorities. I’m scared.
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