I colored Easter eggs for the first time in my mid 20’s…with my cousins who were just munchkins at that point. Growing up in an Italian family, egg coloring wasn’t a big thing for us, so I felt like I had to tap into that missing piece of childhood American’ness. And I’ve usually continued the coloring of the eggs since, sometimes at random times throughout the year. Which brings me to this: I’ve been sick since we came home from Italy. I got super sick on the plane because a few stellar passengers were openly snotty, coughy and spreading their SARS all over the place… recirculated air, plus not much sleep on the trip, equalled a throat of glass, followed by a high fever during the flight home.
The first couple days home were spent dealing with the European flu, as well as getting food in the house, because I didn’t want to starve. Nor did I want to solely eat the little toasts, chocolates, or Nutella brought back from Italy. In my grocery haul, I decided that egg coloring needed to happen at some point. I had only myself, Daisy, and Lola for entertainment since I was trying to stay in the house and rest, and didn’t want to get even more infected.
But there comes a point in every flu that lasts forever, where you reach a point of ridiculous deliriousness. Cabin fever amounts of randomness on all accounts, from random dancing to cleaning. But what do you get when you decide to color eggs when your cabin fever is at an all time high? Inappropriate messages on your eggs. 😉 The moral of this: never quiet your inner child…and always maintain a little level of sassy inappropriateness.