I'm the kind of mom who shares a pint of Cherry Garcia with her 21-month-old while watching Grey's Anatomy. Just a little bit of insight into my parenting style, here. I obviously don't have major issues with our kids eating crappy food in moderation, but Lord knows my threshold for a sugar-induced house-destroying running-around-squealing eff-fest is only about 28 minutes, so I'm not real big on kids + candy. That being said, with the abundance of grandparents involved in our blended family, there's going to be crap tons of Easter candy in this house soon and I'm gonna eat it all and the kids won't even KNOW.
Okay, I probably won't eat it all. I don't know. I can't predict the future, guys.
I'm not real big on pastels. Bunnies and duckies and flowers and little cracked eggshells with cute little black peepers peeping out are all super sweet and adorable and Easter-y, but candy.
As a true blue-blooded American, I wanted to go as commercialized as I could with this manicure. It's how we roll.
Valentine's Day = Chocolate & Roses
St. Patrick's Day = Beer
Easter = Candy
I'm pretty sure it's written in the Constitution. We the People of the United States, in Order to form a more perfect Union, do candy for Easter and stuff. And dye eggs. Amen.
Actually I think that's the whole thing.
So anyway, God, this post is such a mess. I did NAIL ART on my NAILS and I will show it to you now.
|L to R: Cadbury Mini Egg [the cop-out nail], Jellybeans, Chocolate with a Bite Taken Out, Bunny Peep.|
|The jellybeans look less suck in real life, promise.|
|O hay guise.|
So there we have it. Candy on my nailz. Not the cutest, pastelest thing in the world, but it works for meee.