Break time! With that a story.
So my mom used to hide Eggs around our apartment when I was younger. My mom, unfortunately was a very unstable alcoholic. Well, one year she was way too drunk to drive up to our local convenience store to purchase plastic eggs. However, we had just bought 9 dozen eggs and a bunch of dye for coloring. (We had family gatherings around this time, so mom would use all of them for different dishes to feed a pack of ravenous family.)
Well, after getting to bed at a bright and early 1am, because.. eggs take forever to dye, mom had probably drunk her weight in beer. I'm not even kidding, a 24 pack was a normal dose for her.
So I'm guessing around 5 in the morning mum's stumbling around, bouncing off of walls trying to hide -real- eggs around the apartment. It did wake me up a few times, but I had the sense to lay down, shut up, and act asleep if I wanted to have any sort of fun in the morning since she was going to be a hungover mess.
As predicted I woke up, hunted the eggs down, and put them all back in the carton. The ones that were smashed were gotten rid of, of course, but therin lied the issue. Mom was way too drunk to count, and we threw the smashed ones as we went. We didn't know if any were missing or not.
Fast forward -two years-. My buddy Tyler and I were playing smash 64 in my room. We had a bunny at the time, and she decided to.. well.. act like a dog. She nosed something across the carpet from under my bed.
Yeah. It was an egg.
No it didn't smell because the shell was still solid. No idea how.
And that's how I found a 2 year old easter egg under my bed. It can happen to anyone.
Encouragement for everyone. I'll be Oprah today and if y'all look under your seats you'll find an egg. Or some inspiration towards finding one anyway~
