That’s 2,200 pieces of candy there.

How did I become in charge of an Easter egg hunt, you ask. Well, the woman who normally runs the thing is also in charge of our youth group. She’s taking the teens to a retreat the weekend we hold the annual egg hunt. The pastor wanted to move the hunt so she could do both.

Oh, no. I said. We can’t do that to her or to the other people who plan their hunts around ours. I’ll run the thing myself before I let that happen.

I asked about a half a dozen people to run the thing. And they all said no.

So. I’m the queen of the Easter eggs. Dang.

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