InsaneJournal

I would just like to recognize all the other parents, guardians, and otherwise patient souls who have spent the day with a kitchen that smells like vinegar and hard-boiled eggs. I've got a dog who has a streak of green and a pool of hot pink staining his beige fur because my darling daughter knocked half the dye onto the floor when she got too excited about her purple egg being ready and forgot about all the other colors.

I also might be tapping into her college tuition fund to replace this marble countertop if the stain remover doesn't work.

Easter is stressful. Every year I think it'll be a nice quiet holiday. And every year I'm proven wrong.