So, with the advent of the younger generation in my family growing "old" and lazy (Twenty somethings excel at both laziness and "I'M NOT A KID ANYMORE GOSH" fit throwing) I had the idea a few years back of building an egg costume, donning it, and being hunted down, preserving the "egg hunting" of Easter, but making it relevant for people who think they're too old to hunt eggs. Chumps.
But no one really paid attention. Or at least, no one wanted to chase an idiot around in an egg costume.
Until this year that is. It's been a hard year, especially in the last week, and everyone needed a good laugh. Easter was mildly messed up already due to members of my family being nut heads, but the salvage effort was under way, and I was eventually coerced into following through with my plan. I cut the bottom off of a 55 gallon plastic barrel, then an eye slot, and wore it with pride, running around the yard helter skelter whilst family members tossed paint balls at me, including several inside the egg and one straight into my eye (which...stung) crescendoing in my sister body slamming me to the ground with a savage Viking yell (it runs in the family).
It...was glorious. I couldn't breath because, you know, I was running around the yard with a barrel over my head laughing hysterically and trying not to fall. But no one else could either, because they were doing the same thing. I really need to get the pictures. XD
The point? Don't have one, really. Just seemed like a fun story to tell.