So this is a little late in the day, but I hope that everyone had a lovely Easter. In commemoration of the holiday, which I learned only in junior high is a Christian one (my grandmother bought me Easter baskets with candy and stuffed rabbits or chicks, so how was I supposed to know that it had to do with the resurrection of Christ?), I ate a lot of eggs. Two of the eggs were ones that I bought at a farm near Steph's new apartment in northeastern Maryland. As we whizzed down the country road, she noticed a teensy sign that read, "For Sale Brown Eggs." I asked Steph to turn around so I could get some to bring back with me on the bus. When we pulled into the driveway, an older man stared at us like we were bandits. I feared that he might pull out his shot gun and yell at me to get off his property. (This would not have surprised me, as a few miles away, the tea party was holding some kind of protest in which they accused me of not being a patriot.) Anyway, I got out of the car and using my sweetest voice said that I would like to buy some eggs. The guy stared at me for a second, then said, "How many? Five dozen?"
"Uh, no. I was thinking a dozen." I didn't want to confess that I was bringing them to NYC on Bolt bus from Philly later that night. Long story short, he insisted that I take two dozen for $2. This is like the bargain of the century. I gave a dozen to Dianne. He also told me that fresh eggs won't hard boil. I love learning new things, bargains, and not getting shot, so all was very good.
After I ate my two eggs for breakfast (they were pretty delicious), I opened a bag of Cadbury Mini Eggs. These things are like crack. You can't eat just ten. I bought my bag the night before in Philadelphia and also took them with me on the Bolt bus. I ate so many I thought I'd be sick.
In between eating Cadbury eggs, I implemented my other purchase from my trip to the Philly/Delaware/Maryland area: I put in purple highlights. Steph and Dianne encouraged me to buy the dye kit when I picked up the Cadbury Mini Eggs (and jelly beans). This is why I should not be allowed to spend ten hours with them, unsupervised by a responsible adult. Damn, I had too much fun... Very Easter, right? They really stand out in florescent or halogen light. Otherwise, they are hard to see. I like it. I wonder how long it will take Husband to notice that I have purple hair once he gets back from his trip to Vegas.