My dad treats Easter like its the fucking Olympics. He gets this sick enjoyment from watching us trying to find our baskets that literally could be ANYWHERE. Last year mine was suspended in air inside our fireplace. 2 years ago my brother had to scale the side of a tree to get his basket down. THIS ISN’T THE GODDAMN TRIWIZARD TOURNAMENT DAD JUST GIVE ME MY FUCKING PEEPS.
IT IS NOT “I COULD CARE LESS” IT’S “I COULD NOT CARE LESS” BECAUSE IF YOU HAVE THE CAPACITY TO CARE LESS THEN YOU OBVIOUSLY CARE SOMEWHAT SO IF YOU SAY THAT YOU COULD NOT CARE LESS IT MEANS YOU ALREADY CARE THE LEAST AMOUNT POSSIBLE. GET IT FUCKIN’ RIGHT URGH.