Easter Egg Hunt Review

Well, Stacie did it again. My sister-in-law, who stands about 5'2" and weighs all of 100 lbs. found the golden egg, AGAIN!!! Yes, the Annual Easter Egg Hunt (notice my disdainful ommission of the three exclamation points...) went along smoothly from the beginning. I rounded the side of the house in first place. Made it to the backyard well ahead of the crowd and had oodles of time to collect eggs before there was any competition. We all scoured the backyard, and no one found the golden egg. My mother, in her devious and devilish wisdom had BURIED the golden egg. Yes, you heard me correctly, BURIED it! And STILL Stacie found it. HOW DOES SHE DO IT???

Some people they say are given an inate sense for certain things. I think Stacie has a sixth sense for where the golden egg is. And of course, we all overlook her (literally, like I said, she's only 5'2"!) as competition. We use all of our skills and subterfuge to sabotage the giant Howlett siblings, that we let the little one get away. She's like that mongoose in India that kills the cobras. The snake (in this metaphorical analogy the cobra plays the part of a Howlett sibling) thinks they're all that and a bag of chips and are entitled to just run-amuk and then along comes this little mongoose (obviously playing the part of the Little One!).

She kicks all of our butts, leaves us licking our wounds, wondering who was that person that ran between our legs?