"Nice bow tie"

So last night spun out of control.

After a delightful 2.5 hours spent in a marathon of Song and Worship I was dropped by my little brother at the closest corner store, where after a quick procurement of 6 cans of the #1 Canadian beer in the world, I launched myself into a foray with alcoholism.

I'm not exactly sure what happened.
My cellphone produced a record of several Text messages fired off during my memory Failure.
I awoke this morning, rolled in my beddings, still wearing my clothes and jacket.
Strangely, I remember vaguely a dream about being very warm.

But It's Easter.
Which also translates into, It is time for me to defend my undisputed Title of Champion Easter Egg hunter against all willing sub-adult particpants.
My 25th Consecutive Victory drew Near.

And despite all assurances, teasing, poking, tickling, and intimidation, my Easter Egg Hunting Dynasty was shattered.

Not even by my brother.
But by a Witty 7 (almost 8) year old.

While I lay comatose, she had been up since dawn, prowling the house, scouting all the egg locations.
Then when I awoke, I walked straight into her trap.

Grand Totals:

• My brother: 31
• My Cousin: 46
• me: 37
  

My defeat is indefensible. My domination devasted by an 8 year old :)
Now can someone tell me, when did the Easter Bunny Start bringing Bicycles?
And it's not even made out of Chocolate!
My jealousy knows no bounds.
My childhood, so black and white compared to the technicolor of my Cousin's.
I wish I had been... I wish I was spoiled.

That's it for Easter.
Now it's off to the airport.