A few years ago I shared with my mom that I love Easter egg hunts. The dopamine hit of seeing a hidden egg is unmatchable me. My mom started hiding candy for me.

She hid them...very well. I guess a 20+ person needs more of a challenge than a toddler. She started numbering the candy so I knew what was out there.

She hid them SO well I wouldn’t find them for many many months. So she started writing the year on them.

For the last two years (since I moved to Michigan), mom has visited pre-Easter. The Easter bunny has hidden eggs in my apartment every year, and I’ve found them so in the ensuing months.

Due to COVID-19, Mom couldn’t visit this year. No hidden eggs. Just have to eat the ones I have.

There are several typos in this thread, and I will blame them on my lack of Reese’s Eggs.