I learned that a dozen eggs isn't enough for two grown adults to really get creative. However, one dozen eggs is more than enough for two grown adults to eat. Especially when one of the adults doesn't really like hard boiled eggs all that much. As a matter of fact, I only like eggs three ways: scrambled, deviled, and in egg salad. OK, make that four. A quiche is usually good now and then too.
We are so proud. Can't you tell?
The other not new Easter tradition: Phil digs out the ol' Easter tie. It's the only day all year I see him all decked out in a tie. Isn't he handsome?
In other Easter news, it poured down rain, we did not have ham (we had roast beef), and my mom did not send me a chocolate bunny. Again. For the sixth year in a row.
No, I'm not bitter. I tend to just let these sort of things go.
Most of the time.