You guys remember the show Third Rock from the Sun? If you don't, a group of aliens take on human bodies and pose as a family on earth. They try to fit in but get things wrong and hilarity ensues.
Yesterday my family celebrated Easter. No, we are not Christian. Yes, we were a week late (that's when my brother could be here). Mother bought a bunch of egg dying paraphanalia and hard boiled two dozen eggs. Shortly before bed last night we finally got around to doing something with this stuff. We pulled everything out of the packaging: dyes, sparkles, cups, beads, stickers, paints, the whole shebang. It all looked very pretty.
We looked back and forth from the art supplies to the eggs and declared in unison that it had been fun, but we were done with Easter. Let's pack everything up for next year.
We laughed so hard. I felt just like the aliens, thinking, "Is this what humans do every year?" Non-JW culture can be so funny when you don't know what you're doing.
