Hunting the wily egg

Dave and Jo hosted a gathering today that featured a lovely brunch--thank you, Jo, for all the cooking and hard work--followed by a rousing contest of team egg hiding and seeking. Never ones to shirk from a battle, we quickly formed a hyper-competitive squad that included Dave, Jennie, Sarah, and me, and we set to the task of hiding eggs. The rules were clear: you had to be able to see each egg from at least one vantage point. Thus, we could not bury the eggs, nor could we erect bomb shelters around them, protect them with mines on tripwires, or employ any other tactics that would have certainly made the holiday more memorable (though not, I must admit, in a good way).

The battle proved to be close, but in the end our team prevailed by virtue of having one more undiscovered egg than our worthy opponents.

Exhausted from our efforts, we retired to the house, admired our prizes, and ate enough dessert to choke a team of Clydesdales.

Don't you think it's grand when people celebrate in the spirit of a holiday?