Check the Box

Mauri was invited to an egg hunt at my next-door neighbor's house, so yesterday I climbed into our crawl space (which initially I thought was a pointless use of space but it has become something I recognize as extremely useful) to dig into the Easter storage box and get the plastic eggs to fill for the hunt.  Since I haven't been in the Easter supplies since last year, I was pleasantly surprised to find a new box of egg lights that I had purchased AFTER the holiday last year at my local grocery store.  

Since Easter is only a couple of days away, I figured that I needed to get those lights hung so at the very least we could feel somewhat festive for a few days.  I put the box on the kitchen counter and went to filling the plastic eggs with candy for the hunt.

A few hours later, Bill spots the box and opens them up.  This is what was inside:

You would think I would have remembered to check the box before my purchase.   I am the kind of shopper that digs to the bottom box at Costco to get the produce with the newest date (my last trip there I sense some hostility in the refrigerated area from the produce guy).  I look through the cereal and bread to make sure I get the freshest product.  I carefully look over items in boxes to find the one that looks the most well-cared for.  And if I find a damaged package and it's my only option, you can bet I ask for a discount at the register.  

Bill, trying to remedy the situation in his usual problem-solving way, said, "We have other strands of clear lights we can use."  Yeah... 100 count strands.  We only have nine eggs.  Hmmmm.

But I know that Easter will come, just the same -- the Grinch who took my cord and light can't ruin the true meaning for me.  
And can I just say, I LOVE Easter on Conference Sunday?  I can't wait.