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.


Stephanie said...

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.

Chantal said...

Yay for crazy American traditions in the mail!


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