Mad House

Shit Jennifer got me an easter basket, even though she told me she wasn't going to get me one. Well I come home and sure enough, there is 1 for me. Now I gotta scramble and get her 1. So I run over to the local wal-mart and it's insane. It looks like the easter aisle was the middle of baghdad. The only thing in the aisle was dismay and trash scattered all over. I had to settle for plastic easter eggs, but only the bottoms of the eggs. Plus even normal eggs were gone too, so you can't dye your eggs. Shit the place was cleared out.....and it's all Jennifers fault, by breaking our agreement about no baskets.