I don't know if you can technically call it a hunt if all the eggs are just strewn about in a large, nearly treeless, bushless, rockless, field, but that seems to be the going trend with neighborhood Easter egg hunts these days. I also don't know if you can technically call it a hunt if you were five minutes late, missed the whole thing and got two eggs from your buddy Annika. Nevertheless...I have no Easter dress pictures because, well, she didn't have one and it snowed anyway. Maybe next year I will smock her a nice one...who am I kidding, she'll probably be wearing what Lydia Farley wore this year - and look beautiful in it. And maybe she won't have to wear a coat.
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