Eggless Easter

Easter is upon us and the Thomas household is currently egg-less. It all began this afternoon as we were busy in the kitchen....

I started potatoes for potato salad, fresh green beans for tomorrows lunch and put eggs on to boil for the potato salad and to dye this evening. After taking those dozen or so out of the very large container of eggs in the refrigerator, Mom took the remaining raw eggs that were intended for tomorrow's breakfast and in order to free up space on the shelf, placed them into a smaller Tupperware container and placed them in the egg section on the door of the fridge.

Nobody thought much about this and the door was opened and closed many times as we finished preparing dinner, cleaned up, and got everything together to dye eggs. As the dying was winding up and Dad was carrying our creations to the fridge, he opened the door with apparently more force than we previously had, and the container of eggs that had rested at the top of the door came crashing onto the floor.

Now, you must know that an ongoing conversation amongst our family over the fast several weeks has been my dad's inability to control his use of inappropriate language in times of stress. As he's been almost single handily building a covered patio by our pool, said colorful language has been part of the past several weekends. It's just the way he does things and we love him for it.

So as we're all gathered in the kitchen, Mom is doing dishes and Lydia and I had just bit into a cup cake, the egg's came crashing down in true Humpty Dumpty style and of course Dad's reaction was less than fitting for such child friendly rhymes.

"Who the h*** put the d*** eggs in a d*** plastic bowl?" "D***it Lisa!" The three of us could not contain our laughter as the eggs lay at Dad's feet and he tried to keep the dog from getting in the middle of it. "I understand if one of the kids had done that but shouldn't you know? Why don't you just put a d*** sign on the door that says caution eggs in little bowl barely balancing on shelf?" Dad is also laughing at this point and I run to the bathroom as my extended laughing and large class of tea overtook me.

The next several minutes was filled with the kind of laughing that almost hurts all over, takes your breath away and makes it impossible to accomplish anything until it's passed. In the hour or so since we've discussed what to do for breakfast. Mom suggested we go to the sunrise service because they are serving a continental breakfast afterwards. Dad declined as he feared the greeting when we arrived might go something like this:
"Welcome Thomas family. We're so glad you joined us this morning."
"Yeah we had to because we don't have any d*** eggs."

All that said, I do want to say how much I love Easter. I love to sing Up From the Grave, spend time with my family and celebrate how great the love of Christ is that he would die for us and most importantly that he rose and LIVES today. How awesome! Happy Easter!