Monday, April 17, 2006

My Sister the Egghead

When it comes to Meg, you just can’t win.


The kid, and I’m sure I’ve told you all this before, is good at everything. Devise a contest – knitting, biology, soccer, baking, telling funny stories, sewing, scrapbooking, math, physics, acting like a boy – and I guarantee you that Meg will be a frontrunner, if not the winner.

This, unfortunately, includes Easter egg hunts.

Yesterday, The Bunny held an early-morning Easter egg hunt at Mom and Dad’s house. Meg beat me. There was a lot of swearing and screaming. And that kid out-muscled me for a few eggs that we both had our eyes on. So, in my defense, it was my lack of weight training that contributed to my poor showing. Plus, she was competing on way more sleep!

Later in the afternoon, we went over to Grandma’s house and, lo and behold, The Bunny had hid more eggs!

Why wouldn’t you, when the “kids” range between 15 and 23-years-old?

My cousins and I were all totally into it.

But not as much as Meg.

Who kicked our ass.

Grandma (The Bunny’s conduit) handed out prizes – a special prize for The Winner of the World (Meg) and scratch-off lottery tickets for everyone.

You’ll all be happy to know that Meg won $20 with her scratch-off ticket.

Damn her and her stellar skill/luck.


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