When I was growing up, we did have an Easter Egg hunt on Sunday morning and that was always alot of fun. I remember one year my Mom got the idea to really make us hunt. She posted a note on the fridge that said "go look in the oven". When we looked there, there was a note to look downstairs on Dad's workbench. Then there was a note there to look somewhere else. Finally, after about 20 min, we were lead to our baskets. They were always filled with little easter eggs and lots of chocolate. Funny, I loved chocolate when I was a kid, now I can't stand anything sweet.
Laura, that's too funny!!! 
That would be fun to do at the BBQ this year.... 
Life should NOT be a journey to the grave with the intention of arriving safely in an attractive and well preserved body, but rather to skid in sideways, champagne in one hand and strawberries in the other, body thoroughly used up, totally worn out, and screaming WOO HOO - What a Ride!
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