Day late and a few eggs short

So, we just got done coloring Easter eggs. Yes, I am fully aware of the fact that it is March 29th and six whole days after Easter. Remember that you're dealing with a woman here who went to great lengths to pick out darling Christmas cards, write them out and address them all according to Martha Stewart's prescribed schedule in the December 2007 issue of Martha Stewart Living only to put them in her car to mail them and never get that accomplished. Yes, they are still in the side console of my car as I type this. Mental note: mail soon.

I have decided that dyeing Easter eggs is just one more in a long line of activities that have been created for the sole purpose of driving parents ape shit. Don't get me wrong, I think it's a very cute little concept and my daughter sure did have a good time. But the whole thing is just a pain in the ass. I never remember that you should rinse off or at the very least wipe off the egg dipper before putting a different egg in a different color. Okay, I remembered but, true to my slacker mom nature, completely disregarded this rule.  All of our eggs have a little halo around their tops that hint to the color that they sat next to.

Also, I have laminate counter tops. Oh, how I wish that were not so. But, alas, this is my current lot in life. It also bears mentioning that the laminate counter tops are beige. This is better than green but it does mean that post egg dyeing this morning, they are actually speckled. Again, I stood there dropping the eggs into the dye and thinking, "Really, I should have put something under these cups." Did I? Of course not. I even threw caution so heavily toward the wind that half way through I figure the egg dropper was too much of a burden to bear and started just plunking those bad boys right into the cups, which I had also over filled.

Now it's just me an my Mr. Clean Magic Eraser. I might have to admit that part of the reason I didn't care that we got dye everywhere is that it gave me an excuse to use the Magic Eraser. Sick. I know. It's just that I'm fascinated with that thing. I am not kidding, I have had many a guest at the house who has had to endure an infomercial-like demonstration of it's remarkable abilities. I truly enjoy the shocked look on people faces when I write an obscenity on my beige laminate counter tops only to amaze them with the wiping of it clean. 

Comments

[Auntie Mame]

Mail those cards soon - postal rates go up May 12th, I believe!

[CaroG]

It's the Easter Season until .... well, sometime in May. Heck, you're even still in the Octave of Easter. It counts! :D

[bleeding espresso]

I'm sure you've made memories for your daughter that she'll always cherish--or at least call up to make fun of you (with love!) someday ;)