I get to go help with the egg decorating. Blah. I know, I know.. it's for the kids. At least the three little one's. Cody, Josh and even Brendan find the activity the equivalent of what I would have called lame. I tolerate the activity for the sake of whichever children want to participate. Brendan is a toss up. He may. He may not.
Wish me luck and pray that I don't give into the incredible urge to smash a few RAW eggs into my husband's face. (Yes, I'm a teensy bit PEEVED at him right now.)