All better

You should know something funny. This year at Easter, we had way too many easter eggs for all the kids. Between the kids' Great Aunt Shirley and their too-generous Grandma/Grandpa, there were four wal-mart sacks filled to the brim with stuffed eggs for us to hide at grandma's house on Easter Sunday.

Easter was rainy. Wet. Too cold to go out.

So the egg hut was inside.

Do I really need to mention that we did not have enough places to HIDE all those eggs? Even after lining the hallways and the couch cushions and filling in all the nooks and crannies we could think of, us adults ran out of places to put a filled plastic easter egg.

So, we decided to save half the eggs for another time.

And that 'nother time was last Sunday! Yep, last Sunday, we had an easter egg hunt in our backyard, thanks to the plethora of leftover easter eggs. It was fun. It was sunny. The kids were surprised and happy and joyous. The adults enjoyed finding impossible hiding places. And the best part?

The best part is that my candy drawer is well stocked again.

Whew, chocolate + Maggie = happy!

Yesterday, I enjoyed nap time with my laptop, a root beer, and a few Reeses eggs. Life was good again.