Friday, April 21, 2017
The Cracked Egg
As I've said before, my daughter could out-Martha Martha Stewart in her attention to detail. I was told to "look for the gold egg" when presented with the Easter gift. I didn't realize there was a difference in gold eggs. The smaller eggs were filled with jellybeans (including licorice!) and I was a happy gal. In semi-frustration, Deb finally put the larger gold egg in my hand. When cracked, it not only held candy but two one-dollar bills, the required amount for a poker buy-in! It was the Willy Wonka gold prize. Sadly, there wasn't time for cards last Sunday, but I'm staked for our next game. Those carrots, by the way, are filled with bubble solution and a little wand. Ralph is mesmerized by floating bubbles and I enjoy watching him watch them.
I'm glad I hadn't yet picked up branches from the yards as, although sunny, it was really windy yesterday and I would have had to do it all over again. I'm not into that.