Nothing feels better than starting an Easter egg hunt and then ending it by winning. Especially when one's competition are several small children with hands that easily fit into places where yours do not. Devious children operating under the tenets of youth and skill appear to triumph old age and treachery.
I remember being able to consume an absolutely massive quantity of chocolate and candy and highly refined sugars before feeling ill and having to take repose on the couch. Despite the best of intentions, I barely managed to eat 3 units of sugared delight (treacherous organs). Which also means that the minimal sugars ingested failed in their ability to counteract the tryptophan pass-out that massive quantities of turkey incur.
One of the more fun aspects of Easter is not having to cook or buy the food. It's like a magical restaurant where everything you want is free of charge, provided that you show up. It's also really interesting to watch parents start acting like kids as well. Nothing says 'getting back to basics' or 'being a kid' like the resurrection of J.C.
Wooooo, now back to the real world. Essays, work, early mornings, responsibility, ball and chain, death.
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