Lost and Found

The Management would like to ask for your help finding a lost child.  Easter Sunday, my family was invited to my brothers house to celebrate with the traditional pitch in dinner.  We had a nice time looking at our nephew's prom pictures, telling stories, yelling at the kids to keep the noise level to a moderate roar.  Instead of doing a traditional Easter egg hunt in the rain we decided to postpone it until Mother's day weekend.  Mom had put together Easter baskets for the all the kids and handed them out.  They were such a great hit that I don't think that any of the kids noticed that we didn't do the egg hunt.  I had developed a sinus headache and signaled Nikki that we needed to wrap things up.  Nikki was good enough to me to actually get every one and everything rounded up. We thought we were ready to go and someone asked "Where's Morley?" We hadn't seen her for a while but had not been concerned. We did a quick once over of the whole house and didn't find her My older brother Dean went outside to start around the house and I started checking closets.  My younger brother John gave the all clear when he saw a pair of  glittery ruby slippers sticking out from under the master bed skirt. And I ask you, how can you be angry with a face like that?  

Photos courtesy of my brother, John.

Easter Special.

The Management would like to thank the Easter Bunny for there help Sunday.  Saturday started so nice and wonderful.  I had a chance to sleep in, I didn't have to go to work even though it was my Saturday to work.  I was able to wrap up some work around the house a prepare for the hour or so trip up North to Nikki's Family Easter celebration.  We arrived to the sound of 20gage shotguns obliterating skeet, Talked with aunts uncles and cousins, and wrapped up the evening playing beer Frisbee.  The trip home seemed to go fast but every one was wiped out from the day and it was much later that I had anticipated returning.

Nikki said  that she would rather wake up early and prepare for our home egg hunt than stay up late and be groggy.  We blissfully drifted off to sleep while I thanked God for such a wonderful wife that doesn't forget the important things like Easter eggs that had apparently escaped my thoughts until she had said something about preparing them in the morning.  I wake up in the morning to Nikki leaning over me saying "Do you know where the plastic eggs are I have been looking in the basement for twenty minuets and I cant find them!"  I joined the search for a while before we gave up and weighed our options.

Option one, One of us run to the store and purchase new eggs to fill.
Option two, We hide raw, un-collared  eggs and pray that no one drops any. 

I went to corral the kids into our bedroom as they emerged from theirs, and Nikki did the dead.  Yes we hid raw un-collard eggs!.  So as these things go they tend to end up surprising you and this morning was no different.  I sat with the egg carton as the crew rounded up the eggs and unbidden brought them to me.  They didn't seem to question why we had white eggs or why they didn't put them in there baskets it was just another thing that we do differently.

If you are out there EB, Where did you put the empty eggs after last years egg hunt?