I have eggs in a basket.
Eggs in a tree.
Eggs in a chandelier.
Rhyming is hard.
I decided I liked the ornaments hanging on Mrs. Snow for the holidays, so I followed suit with hollowed out eggs. Now I sit under it and worry the eggs will fall any second, but it’s okay because it looks awfully pretty. I tell you , man, the sacrifices we make for beauty.
I need to get working on some leopard eggs. Anytime I see large quantities of pastels, all I can think is how much better they would look next to leopard. I don’t think anyone besides myself and Peg Bundy have ever paired leopard and Easter together, but I like the idea.