I do have an egg, as stated above, and it is possible the largest piece of chocolate I have ever owned. But it is not the same. You can't open it to find sickly sweet chocolates or artificially coloured pieces of plastic masking as candy. Nor can you trade different pieces with cousins. Or have your father and uncles eat the ones you don't like while pretending to be nice. In all honesty, I was trying to be nice, if they didn't want it, they could pick something else. Just not the raspberry filled chocolates. They were mine. Try that and you'd have four feet of vicious kid jumping after it. My last egg was a bright blue one, and it was hidden under a huge tree on my stepmother's parent's front lawn. That was a few years ago, because the last Easters I've spent otherwise. Either with someone I've loved or doing something I love, and that has been fine. This Easter I'm poor and alone, in a foreign country, with no one I love and nothing I love to do.
Therefore, in an attempt to stay sane, I will at least have one thing that is the same: I will still find a hidden Easter egg. Fair enough, I will hide it myself, but that doesn't count. I will still have to find a hidden Easter NO MATTER WHAT YOU SAY! So shut up and let me have my fun.
Happy Easter, everyone. I'm off for a bit of egg-hunting... :D
Sooo, next year, we hide each other's eggs, then?
ReplyDeleteNext year we'll be on our way to Morocco.
ReplyDeleteThat does not exclude eggs.
ReplyDeleteTrue. I'll hide yours then. Wherever we happen to find ourselves.
ReplyDeleteLikewise.
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