tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post843192319098794838..comments2024-03-18T13:15:52.672-06:00Comments on Hyperbole and a Half: The Year the Easter Bunny DiedAlliehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04259303604002690708noreply@blogger.comBlogger102125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-75111777232004591472020-09-08T16:31:16.554-06:002020-09-08T16:31:16.554-06:00We never had the Easter Bunny in my family. Easter...We never had the Easter Bunny in my family. Easter eggs were given to us by our parents and sometimes other relatives. But we had Father Christmas.<br /><br />I don't really remember ever believing in Father Christmas. I think I was always kind of agnostic and as long as I got the presents I didn't really care, but it was a long time ago that there was any room for doubt and I was very smol, so it's hard to be sure.<br /><br />This is because I deduced that he wasn't real when I was about four or five. I wasn't upset at all - probably because I never really believed in the first place. I just felt very clever for working it out.<br /><br />Shortly after Christmas Day I opened the door on my mum and grandma talking together. My mum was mentioning how she had chosen a particular present for me. And of course it had been from Father Christmas. So that answered that question.<br /><br />Now, I didn't have any illusions that my parents would stop giving me extra presents if they knew I knew it was them. I don't know why I wanted to pretend I believed in Father Christmas, but for some reason it felt very important to me that I not let on that I knew the truth. So I pretended for a decade. And in my mid teens my mum sat me down because she thought it was time I knew...<br /><br />In hindsight, I not only have no idea why I bothered to pretend, but also no idea how I managed it, and without major difficulty. Normally secrets burn a hole in my tongue within hours and I can't lie to save my life.Carriehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11406849127208192970noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-32581536075368858982010-04-16T15:04:03.977-06:002010-04-16T15:04:03.977-06:00The best part of this drawing is the stuffed green...The best part of this drawing is the stuffed green t-rex the little girl is snuggled up to. I had a stuffed green t-rex, also (Rexa), who was my BFF.Midwesthttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09037402608009195098noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-62536496538453167202010-04-16T03:27:47.295-06:002010-04-16T03:27:47.295-06:00I noticed that you slept with a dinosaur when you ...I noticed that you slept with a dinosaur when you were little. I was reminded of when my daughter was about 4, and we were at church one Sunday Anna had packed her own toy bag and I glanced over at her to see that she was playing with her Jurassic Park velociraptor, which she'd requested for her birthday. Best of all, she'd dressed it in a pink Barbie ball gown. <br /><br />That would make a great drawing, by the way.<br /><br />TrishMissusDehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00063063347026204944noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-63144489512636518862010-04-14T01:52:58.870-06:002010-04-14T01:52:58.870-06:00So did you ever tell your mom this story?So did you ever tell your mom this story?Unknownhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/04724778513404620777noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-47852524376138346862010-04-13T23:36:52.319-06:002010-04-13T23:36:52.319-06:00Story kills. Pictures = Perfection. Laughed so har...Story kills. Pictures = Perfection. Laughed so hard can no longer type pronouns or think in complete sentences...Meghttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15038575120500848995noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-57986292284079398572010-04-12T12:08:36.211-06:002010-04-12T12:08:36.211-06:00Haven't laughed that hard in ages. Your drawi...Haven't laughed that hard in ages. Your drawings are pared to the quick and so perfect. Cartoon Allie reminds me of my daughter. :)thamilyhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00100152352345330194noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-4080601094483186532010-04-11T23:10:45.163-06:002010-04-11T23:10:45.163-06:00Just wondering if you did have a stuffed dinosaur ...Just wondering if you did have a stuffed dinosaur as a kid. If so, where can I get one for my daughter?Carloshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/13081360677722005024noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-38916950246741547522010-04-11T21:18:33.198-06:002010-04-11T21:18:33.198-06:00When I was like, 5, I totally told this chick at s...When I was like, 5, I totally told this chick at school the Easter Bunny, Santa Claus, and Tooth Fairy were all her mom. She bawled. I saw her years later in high school and she brought it up again, sounding quite drunk/angry. I guess I severely impacted on her life or something.Allyhttp://www.eatdrinkbrisbane.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-67609390959616790012010-04-11T13:28:09.309-06:002010-04-11T13:28:09.309-06:00Silly bitch.Silly bitch.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-72986446830485447172010-04-11T04:05:51.849-06:002010-04-11T04:05:51.849-06:00I have never laughed out loud for so long before! ...I have never laughed out loud for so long before! Your pictures are fantastic!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-85006036727734900992010-04-09T16:13:36.580-06:002010-04-09T16:13:36.580-06:00Allie:
Why most of your plans include holes in th...Allie:<br /><br />Why most of your plans include holes in the ground?<br /><br />The fish plan... the Easter Bunny plan...Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-73742224843766280732010-04-07T14:33:13.261-06:002010-04-07T14:33:13.261-06:00I have my little sister's ruined easter story ...I have my little sister's ruined easter story to relay to you all:<br /><br />I'm 8 years older then my youngest sister. I was about 14 or so when I was being driven home from a friend's place on the Saturday night before easter. <br /><br />We live in a rural area, so roadkill is one of the facts of life. unfortunately that night, it happened to be a bunny. Mom and I were by ourselves, so no harm done... yet. <br /><br />Untill - I get home, and being a mean teenager announce to my 6 year old sister that "Mom ran over the Easter Bunny with the car". She cried and cried and cried - basically untill the next morning when easter gifts were still there!Reneenoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-50252471259402614032010-04-07T09:52:28.840-06:002010-04-07T09:52:28.840-06:00I have three small children. And if nothing else, ...I have three small children. And if nothing else, I have just learned never to wear anything that looks like it might have been violently removed from a holiday icon. Those cute little reindeer antler headbands? They're going in the trash before any damage is done!Kendrahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/15226660244598032307noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-59568367735240069282010-04-06T16:21:28.055-06:002010-04-06T16:21:28.055-06:00I'm one of those kids who got pissed off and f...I'm one of those kids who got pissed off and forever will be angry at her parents for lying to her about all these made up things. Life would have been better if they had explained it was pretend from the get go.<br /><br />But the vision of your poor mother waking up extra early to hide your easter eggs just breaks my heart. Especially in MS paint.Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-2854785474348134512010-04-06T13:03:27.147-06:002010-04-06T13:03:27.147-06:00when I was like, two, I found the easter baskets i...when I was like, two, I found the easter baskets in their hiding spot in the family linen closet. I promptly closed the door and binged on all the leftover black jeans. My mom found me three hours later, passed out, a ring of black around my mouth. The woman took me to the hospital where the diagnosis was 'glutton'. I believe there was talking of canceling Easter the following here. Truly, it is a holiday rife with shame and fear for us all.Rebecca Janehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01966786749792856394noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-42963266549325379202010-04-06T12:49:19.287-06:002010-04-06T12:49:19.287-06:00Great post. That was quite a diabolical plan you h...Great post. That was quite a diabolical plan you had to capture the Easter Bunny.Living with Ballshttp://www.livingwithballs.comnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-57409563029588858422010-04-06T04:17:11.011-06:002010-04-06T04:17:11.011-06:00I just started reading your blog and man, high fiv...I just started reading your blog and man, high fives all around. And normally when I read stuff I prefer to do it anonymously because it strangely makes me feel less creepy... but I thought: I bet following would make Allie happy. And I care about that now.kerrihttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11296672726595388585noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-25694462093181180332010-04-06T04:16:08.178-06:002010-04-06T04:16:08.178-06:00i was always one of those incredibly perverse kids...i was always one of those incredibly perverse kids who refused to believe in santa, the tooth fairy, and especially the easter bunny. so while my brother was a convert, i was the one smeared with chocolate after i'd eaten the choc bunny's ears, screaming "he's not reeeeal!" at my brother. <br />i must have been the worst older sister, ever.<br />however, my mom still brings me an easter basket, so i figure i win. if i'd tried to believe in the easter bunny, maybe the candy baskets would have stopped with the belief... one never knows....Satanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/08924927495555847410noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-48686766681798304932010-04-06T00:24:49.194-06:002010-04-06T00:24:49.194-06:00This made my day. And I'm sorry for your loss...This made my day. And I'm sorry for your loss.Jeannettehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/01889070452825228978noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-86534049599321759132010-04-05T23:33:13.696-06:002010-04-05T23:33:13.696-06:00One Christmas eve in elementary school I saw a hug...One Christmas eve in elementary school I saw a huge shadow in the hallway from my bedroom where I should have been sleeping. The figure was so huge I was convinced it was a monster, and therefore held my breath. Because giant monsters can hear your breathing. I then started to panic, because what if that monster was coming to my bedroom to kidnap/eat me. Or what about my poor, defenseless parents in the room across the hall!? OH MY GOD, WHAT ABOUT SANTA. My brain was at war with itself - do I go out there and protect Santa from the monster, or do I stay in bed and hope that Santa is big and juicy enough for the giant flesh eating monster to be sated and leave me and my parents alone. While I was processing all of this, the monster's shadow reappeared in the hallway, carrying a stack of something. BOXES. It had boxes. Enraged, I realized that this bastard had stolen MY PRESENTS after eating Santa. I slipped out of bed and tiptoed to the door, only to freeze when I heard my FATHER telling the family dog to lay back down. What a way to ruin Christmas forever.Elizabeth Doylehttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09394514898588311586noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-20585148912830327322010-04-05T23:03:39.753-06:002010-04-05T23:03:39.753-06:00publish your own Comics...its gonna be Hit :)...th...publish your own Comics...its gonna be Hit :)...thoroughly enjoyed this story :)vikram singhhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09845628556882608732noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-87505920515832893332010-04-05T21:51:33.529-06:002010-04-05T21:51:33.529-06:00Absolutely hilarious.
I had a similar (maybe?) sit...Absolutely hilarious.<br />I had a similar (maybe?) situation with the Tooth Fairy. Found all my freaking teeth in this bowl in my mom's room, so I approached her and she's all like "I made a deal with the Tooth Fairy that I could keep all your teeth." Cmon, mom.<br /><br />PS. You're so awesome Allie! I just discovered your blog about a week ago and I'm totally hooked. =]Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-20845283106959711652010-04-05T20:06:39.020-06:002010-04-05T20:06:39.020-06:00This absolutely made my day!This absolutely made my day!Anonymousnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-22982258525595203832010-04-05T18:27:39.156-06:002010-04-05T18:27:39.156-06:00Well, I believed in Santa way too long and was tra...Well, I believed in Santa way too long and was traumatized in multiple ways. Perhaps we need some research resulting in charts and graphs that investigate which causes more trauma.Veronica M. D.https://www.blogger.com/profile/02950818759052832423noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4643741973264866223.post-87022947130379966492010-04-05T16:50:28.566-06:002010-04-05T16:50:28.566-06:00So I was looking through a butt-load of other blog...So I was looking through a butt-load of other blogs to see if any of them were as awesome as yours. For some reason it kept bring me to this one http://naturesbeautyxx.blogspot.com/?expref=next-blog over and over and over. I don't know how you feel about people posting links in there comments but I found it weird that I was brought to this site three different times after clicking Next Blog>> Blog spot likes booties I guess. And wants me to like them too. A lot.Rachel C.https://www.blogger.com/profile/01229854526139648874noreply@blogger.com