Easter

At the 11th hour, I decided to have an Easter egg hunt in our backyard. I ran to Fredy’s picked over Easter aisle and grabbed some decent treats. They were all out of the cute felt baskets that we played with during our last grocery run. Why did I procrastinate? It could have all been avoided if I just committed to the idea and planned ahead. Next year, I’m not running around like a chicken without a head. Note to self: we’ll paint our own eggs too.