It's been quite a day. First of all, I hit the floor running this morning. I really wanted to avoid traffic as much as possible, so I grabbed my coffee and ran. Andy was left with the task of getting the instructions printed for the First Annual Easter Egg Basket Hunt.
To come up with an alternative to filling eggs with candy for the Easter Egg Hunt, Andy and I put our heads together and came up with a sort of treasure (egg) hunt. However, it appears as though our two heads together do not make one viable brain - so we managed to turn a simple kid game into a major project. It really should be patented as an exercise in geriatric cognitive capability.
To save time, Andy typed out the instructions. He was going to print them out so we could put a legible clue into each egg. Five hours later, after the printer refused to work and appeared to need ink; Boo! stepped on his computer and hit just the right buttons to make the screen go upside down and I added Office Depot to my list of errands - he was finally able to print out the list of instructions.
Monks took less time hand writing the Bible. Oh, and because he is a consummate button pusher, we ended up with about fifty copies of the instructions. If at first it doesn't print - hit that button again, and again, and again...
So, we had the instructions ready to put into the eggs, but the next snag presented itself when we were too stupid to figure out the logistics of the thing. No, seriously, you would have thought we were solving a puzzle, upon which lies the fate of the Earth. We came close to throwing eggs at each other, but both of us were too tired to make the effort. I just imagined lobbing them at him. I'm sure his fantasy involved hitting me with real eggs - hardboiled.
My list of errands included the grocery store, Whole Foods and Petco for crickets. I was careful to schedule the cricket purchase last. I did not want a repeat of the great cricket massacre. Despite my timing, I was still shocked to discover one of the three bags containing the crickets was rapidly losing air.
I had one hand on the steering wheel and the other holding onto the deflating bag, all the while wondering if I should be blowing air into it as my car swerved like I was drunk. I decided it would be grounds for arrest if I tried to explain to the police officer why my car ended up in the middle of Chili's. I'm sorry, Officer, but my crickets were suffocating.
As soon as I pulled into the driveway, I left the car running (and thankfully in park) as I ran into the house to dump the crickets into their box. The problem was, I had left the thing soaking in soapy water. I quickly dumped the water; shook it dry then deposited the little creatures. Thankfully they were alive and I did not have to perform cricket CPR.
Somehow we managed to get most of the stuff done for tomorrow. These day it seems like it's harder to pull off even the most basic activities. I can say, the animals are no help whatsoever.
I mentioned Boo! discombobulating Andy's computer. She inspected every purchase that came through the door. And, just a little while ago, as I was putting something into the credenza, I went to close the drawer and heard an ear piercing scream. Boo's little foot was caught in it. I yanked it open, she ran away and would not let me look at it. I felt awful. I spend so much time trying to save her from herself and protect her from danger, then I go ahead and smash her tiny foot.
It's raining now and I'm calling it a day. It's 6:45 p.m. and I'm ready for bed. I hope you all have a wonderful Easter! Remember those fur babies can't eat chocolate!!
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