Valuable Lesson

I learned a valuable lesson today.

Sometimes our instincts and natural reactions to things are WRONG. Sometimes the situation really needs to be processed by the brain before we react, but that doesn't always happen!

I was helping Lindsay to get her room ready for a visit from The Grandma's (My mother and Grandmother are coming to town for the birth of my brother's first child--Pretty exciting !!). Anyway, I was sorting through her versatile (and rather numerous) collection of bags. She has backpacks, duffle bags, shoulder bags, beach bags, purses (Large and small in a variety of colors!), etc. She has been deemed the "Bag Lady" for her knack for packing bags, upon bags, upon bags. We all know that if there is something missing in the house, it's in a bag Lindsay "packed" and stuck somewhere! And we won't even get into her love for packing for trips (months in advance!) She loves her bags!

So, I am emptying these bags of all their contents and trying to organize them in some way. I found out why Lindsay couldn't seem to find any socks or underwear when I unpacked a backpack FULL of clothes and also found out why all my spoons had disappeared when I unpacked a purse full of kitchen utensils and lunch snacks!

I worked my way through her collection of bags, one-by-one, sorting their contents to the appropriate places as I went. When I came to a small black purse I turned it upside-down and dumped it's contents into the floor. There was nothing really unusual in the pile that now lay on the carpet--crayons, hair clips, a few fake fingernails, candy wrappers, and such. BUT. There were several zippered pockets down the outside of the purse. As I opened them one by one my mind wandered to what else I needed to get done today.

I could feel something though the side of the purse, but it wasn't until the final zipper that I found where it was stored. The pocket was deep, but too small for my hand to fit in, so I reached in with three fingers. I wasn't really thinking about what could be in the pocket, but I noticed that whatever it was was cold and hard (not the "mushy" surprises that usually come with such explorations.) I managed to grip it with my fingers and pulled my hand back to reveal

AN EASTER EGG !




Not a plastic one. A REAL hard-boiled, colored and decorated EASTER EGG!

Now. I realize that it is almost the end of August. Quite frankly. I'm surspised the prize egg was still recognizable. So, before my mind could process what was happening I brought that egg to my nose and took a big whiff.

Don't ask me why I thought smelling the thing was a good idea. Don't ask me what I was expecting from the whole "experience". All I know is my natural reaction to finding an Easter egg in my daughters room in August was to smell it. VERY BAD CHOICE!

I'll be sure to let you know if I find any other interesting things in Lindsay's room. . . I haven't pulled every thing out from under the bed yet! You can bet I won't be SMELLING anything I find in there though!