Reagan and I have been busy trying to get all of our clothes washed and suitcases packed for our trip to Washington tomorrow. In between, we managed to dye some Easter Eggs. It was fun until she decided to hide the eggs herself and find them. She can't find one and now we have a stray egg somewhere in the apartment. Oh, the joy!!!
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That is hilarious! But not really. I mean an egg hiding in the apartment is pretty rotten, but this story suddenly reminded me of another rotten egg. It was a long, long time ago ;o)
As for my kids dying eggs - this year they've been shipped off to nanny's house to do the dying and I'm here alone with the stereo turned up and a cold beer in my hand :o)
Have fun in Seattle!