Easter morning my son hard-boiled the eggs (by himself! He rocks). But then he ran off to play with a friend. I was cooking a big meal for company, so we figured we’d dye the eggs that evening.

I have 34 hard-boiled eggs (2 broke) in my fridge, undecorated. My kids won’t be at my house again until Wednesday, but that’s a super busy night with track/lacross/scouts, so we’ll dye them Thursday.

i.e. the holiday isn’t over just yet for us! (I’m looking forward to it, though – uncoupled from the stress of housecleaning and cooking a big meal, a random Thurs. night of dyeing eggs will be fun.)

you’ll like this — I think.

about 12 years ago, I attended the big st. patty’s celebration downtown with some people from my former place of employment. tons of people, open container laws be damned. and, it was actually a BEAUTIFUL day with just a touch of chilliness in the air. anyhoo, my buds and I tied one on big time, so we were starting to get green beer munchies.

so, one of my co-workers and I decided to go get some snacks. we stumbled over to the nearby g.c. murphy’s store and I told him, “let’s buy the first thing we see.”

what was the first thing we saw?

pink marshmellow peeps.

the lesson that we learned that day?

“do NOT use easter treats to cure your st. patty’s day green beer munchies.”

I love Easter, but it’s too early this year.