It seems that no matter how careful I am while hard-boiling, a few eggs always get cracked. Perhaps they had weak shells, or the boil got a little too rolling, but whatever the reason, every Easter I get a few eggs that are a little the worse for wear before they even get to the dye. My daughter and I have evolved a tradition for taking care of these woebegone things. After all the pretty eggs have been dunked and dipped and set to dry, we start getting a little crazy with the dye. Red and green dye are dripped directly into the cracks and allowed to run around the eggs and dry, and then the eggs are dunked into whatever colors we want for however long we feel like it, which usually results in some pretty evil-looking colors. (Although, Kit sometimes likes to do a “fresh dead” egg; one that doesn’t immediately look all that gruesome.)
And when you remove the shell, you reveal another little surprise! The food coloring seeps through the cracks and stains the egg white. If you’re a kid, or a kid at heart, eating something that looks so gross is a lot of fun! I recommend a dash of salt and polish sausage with horseradish as complements.
I have a huge collection of vintage and antique postcards. I love the look and feel of late-Victorian and Edwardian-era cards, especially those with holiday themes. I also love an irreverent sense of humor and a hint of gore. Perhaps that’s why, while developing a new feature for the Lincoln ZombieFest website, I pulled out my postcards, flipped through them aiming for specific holiday themes and dates that put the cards well inside the public domain, and then got funky with Photoshop. The result was zombie eCards for your one true love.
It’s Monday and time for another installment of Stupid Sign Day.
This week’s picture was taken in a local Walmart. We were almost to the checkout when I passed the little book/magazine area. I took a short detour thinking I’d see if they had any of the new season of knitting mags yet, walked to the end of the row where I knew the craft magazines were found, and saw this:
That’s hardly fair.
Mondays are Stupid Sign Days here at LothBlog. Now that I have a cell phone, I’ve found a favorite past-time in watching for misprints, typos or other mistakes on store signage. I know this is lame, but that doesn’t stop me. And neither does the sure knowledge that I must look at least slightly crazy kneeling in front of store shelves giggling to myself. For you, dear readers, I would gladly look completely insane, as long as you got a kick out of it.
Meanwhile, if you see a stupid sign that you think is worthy of sharing on Stupid Sign Day, feel free to send it to me or direct me to a link and I’ll consider it. At the moment, the only reward you’ll get for participating is your credit on the blog and the certainty that you at least made me giggle.
But now, on to Stupid Sign Entry #1:
This photo was taken via my cellphone camera one Sunday in late August at a Russ’s Market. (That’s a regional grocery store.) Did you spot the mistake? I laughed out loud right there in the aisle. I have to tell you, I do not want to know what Dinger Ale is made of, but that afternoon I bought two 12-packs. What the hell, right? It was on sale.