Woke Saturday morning to a yard full-o-eggs… Little plastic two-tone lavender and robin’s egg ones…. Some with candy… some with none.

why am I rhyming?

We thought it was another cute PTA fundraiser for the Lindbergh district behind which Elise was no doubt the orchestrator.

Wrong-Oh.

It was my mom…

We retaliated by making her a basket with chocolate almond treats (she loves) and Peeps, (she loathes). We also made a basket for my dad and little Andrew.

Easter day we got invited to my mother’s friend’s home for their annual pot-luck Easter brunch and easter-egg hunt.

These folks live in a very nice part… of a very nice part of St. Louis called Webster Groves. (Joan and her woofy Japanese-American hubby are doctors and don’t want for very much besides new tax shelters).

One of the neighbors shows up in a bunny suit and once everyone’s done eating, the kids are sequestered into the house while bunny and a handful of guest-helpers litter the football field front yard.

The kids all freaked and had a great time…. Meanwhile I though how refreshing it was to eat sushi on Easter oh look at chicken.