Friday evening found Deee and I deciding to dye Easter Eggs before the holiday weekend and--more notably--before her husband got home. We originally had the idea of dying the eggs and then hiding them about their place for him to find, but second guessed the brilliancy of this idea when we got a late start and they were still dripping shamefully when he walked in the door.
This is our little, dysfunctional family. We should NOT have been allowed to touch these eggs.
1 comment:
I think the purple egg has a rash!
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