It's been a tradition for the last five years. It never fails, every Easter, my grandpa sends me a package of marshmallow Easter eggs. He doesn't put them in a box or anything, he just wraps them in a brown paper bag. So they always arrive partly smashed and stale, but I love them all the same.
Saturday, April 23, 2011
You Know it's Easter When...
It's been a tradition for the last five years. It never fails, every Easter, my grandpa sends me a package of marshmallow Easter eggs. He doesn't put them in a box or anything, he just wraps them in a brown paper bag. So they always arrive partly smashed and stale, but I love them all the same.
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I love this post! This is my first Easter here and I have been "hunting" for plastic Easter eggs for at least a month now. Little did I know, the Swiss do not celebrate by hiding neon-colored Easter eggs for the children. haha :) I had to get some express mailed to me.
Yay for crazy American traditions in the mail!
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