So here. Just watch this.
Where butts are powdered by baby angels with hands full of marshmallow clouds and fairy laughter. Except on Fridays.
Steph and Ryans 8th anual Faschnaghtapallooza took place today, and it was indeed grand!
For those of you folks not from PA or of pasty pale central European ancestry, a faschnaght is a kind of donut type thing, made with potato flour and fried in lard, then rolled in sugar. Its the way the Pennsylvania Dutch celebrate before Lent.
Thats right. Some people show their boobies and throw beads around, some people confess allof thier sins and celebrate thier Shriven souls with mass sugared lard consumption. To each his own, that's what I say.
Especially because Ryan shoves oreos and peanut butter cups in his faschnaghts, and I get to eat them. I haven't gone for the past two years, so I was kind of determined to go this year.
I even pried Carl out of the house and to the -pallooza. At some point (before he ate too many, while he was still in his fried dough happy place), he turned to me with gleaming eyes, and asked, "why don't WE do this???"