Thursday, April 1, 2010
As children, my siblings and I figured out that waking up early on Easter morning looking for hard boiled eggs that none of us particularly liked, was bullshit. After a year or two of mom and dad trying to recall where they hid the suckers as we watched on uninterested, a new plan was created; buy the hollow plastic ones and fill them with cash. Now THOSE were worthly of the time it took to find them.
If you're thinking we were selfish, greedy, little kids...good call.
As the years and generations have passed, those little hollow plastic eggs that contained pennies, nickels, dimes and quarters now are filled with good ole American paper money. If an egg makes noise when shaked, it means someone has found the booby prize of coins. Poor kid gets less than a buck for his or her trouble. Awwwww.
So I am off to the bank to get fifty bucks broken into different denominations so I can honor the rising of our dear saviour Jesus Christ by encouraging greed and promoting capitalism.
Have a happy Easter or fun weekend depending on what floats your boat.
Posted by Christine at 1:23 PM