Yesterday I went shopping for all of the goodies for the Easter Basket for the girl and the cousins. I also picked up the little box of Paas tablets to color the eggs. That event was scheduled for tonight. At 8 o'clock to be exact.
I was right on schedule. House cleaned, dinner eaten, ready to color eggs.
Matt opens the box.....the sealed box.....it's fucking empty. Nothing in it! Not one single little tablet.
Off to the store he went to get a new one, and of course he comes home with one that is far more complicated involving stickers and springs, suction cups and hats for the eggs. I will post pics of them at some point, cute, but a pain in the ass none the less.
Here's some Caitlyese for the day...
Before bed she asked me,
"Mommy can you get on the computer to find the Easter Bunny's schedule to see if he is heading to my house right now."
Love this immediate gratification generation. We had no idea when the damn bunny or santa was showing up when we were kids. Our parents probably put our asses to bed at 6:30 because they told us these characters wouldn't come until we were fast asleep. And there was no way for us to check up on that, we just had to believe them.