Don't like this day...
REALLY don't like THIS tradition...
(I know, I'm not fit to be a mother, but I really can't stand dying eggs)
I wonder sometimes if biofeedback therapy would lead to some traumatic event in my past involving dying Easter Eggs. Was I beaten by the PAAS Bunny? Ridiculed at age 4 for having the worst artistic imagination in my family?
I think the latter is the more likely. These feelings, however are perpetuated by the man I married. Too darn artistic and creative. All these feelings of inadequacy and defeat engulf me as soon as I open the vinegar! See what I mean? And even his our daughter picks up on it with pre-teen flair
Mine (the few I forced myself to do) would be the plain pink, or green eggs. Once in a while I get creative and double-dip, you know, half pink, half purple (hold the applause).
Now add to this that we are dying Eggs on Good Friday evening. One of, if not the most solemn day in the Christian faith. We have just returned from a church service and I am feeling reflective and repentant and just plain overwhelmed ... and voila out comes the vinegar and the PAAS bunny!

Posted by sunybank at April 10, 2004 08:05 AM