uh -oh.

As y'all know, Sunday was Easter. As is custom (for some unknown reason) I hid lovely little dyed eggs around the house ('twas raining outside) for my little brother to find. There were a ton of plastic eggs, and 12 real eggs. He found all the plastic eggs, and 11 real eggs. Not good. And while the child cannot find the egg, the hider remembers not where it was hid. So some fine day in the conceivably near future, we will all walk into the house only to be attacked by a rather unorthodox aroma, and my birth certificate will no longer read "Rachel", it will be changed to "Mud". I think I want to move to Australia.

On a far happier note, I am so excited about my level 8 piano ajudication on Friday! Endless oodles of gratitude to RBR, Sam, and the 2nd and 3rd graders for all the encouragement. I love playing the piano and I can't wait to start working on my level 9 music.

"Why are people always so darn quiet in sanctuaries? Make a joyful noise, for pete's sake!" - my piano teacher