April Fool

This morning as I was facing my Easter Egg hiding duties, I fortunately recalled last year’s scene: unmotivated seekers, unaccounted for eggs, forgetful hider, and (most importantly) irritated spouse of hider. So this year I devised a foolproof recovery plan: I jotted down each hiding place. There were only thirteen but better safe than sorry. Kara would be so proud of my foresight!

Sure enough, the hunters were done and there were still six eggs missing. Kara began her annual Bunny-cursing when I whipped out “the List.” To my chagrin, I found that my plan was not foolproof, and that I am a fool. The hiding place for Egg #9 was not legible (crusty pen) and, of course, that was the one that was missing. It kind of looked like “Golden Urn” but I knew I hadn’t written that.

Kara said it kind of looked like “Yellow OMR” and announced that the last egg was in the yellow omer. She and the kids were merciless about the hypothetical “omer.” I had to laugh along with them because I could not believe what a dork I was. I went from room to room but I just could not remember. What was I trying to write? Dang omer.

Fortunately, Erika found it accidentally when she went to get a drink. It was inside a yellow cup.