I was raised in one of those awesomely fun religions that doesn’t let you celebrate any holidays. I had my first birthday cake on my 19th birthday, my first visit from Santa was when I was 23, and I’ve never been able to thank the Easter bunny for anything.
It turns out, there are a lot of things about celebrating holidays you really just have to learn from birth or they never make sense. Things like everything about Easter. It got so bad with me and Easter that I had to call in my mother in law for reinforcement, and if you have a mother in law like my mother in law, you’ll understand the Herculean effort it takes for me to say she can do anything better than I can.
But the fact of the matter is, I simply cannot dye eggs, and I need all the help I can get. If you do, too, these should give you some pointers. Or make you feel like a total failure. Either way, really.
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