Let's get this party over

I don't know why when someone says "eggs" I think, immediately, "Unless you're a millionaire, this uterus is closed for business."

I've had enough hunts for eggs this weekend that by the time I hit the last aisle at the grocery store today, I was thinking, "NO MORE EGGS IN MY HOUSE."

So, I went home and did what any mother in my position would do: I put my eggs in the position of being more palatable.




This doesn't solve the issue of all the chocolate eggs that we've collected, but I have no problem with taking those to work along with a plateful of the story of my egg upgrade.