Friday night, before all the moving events of latter half weekend splendor, Ann invited people over to her house for an egg dye-ing party. It sounded pretty darn girly, so I said "count me in!", put on my best pair of lacy, pink panties and went to dye some dern eggs with the ladies.
Here are Ann, Lindsay and myself enjoying the egginess.
A few of my first eggs didn't turn out so well... especially the first one, which was just a little face with the belt around it. He was an angry karate kid. If I would've given it a little more though, I would've designed a Mr. Miyagi to go along with him. Alas, my night was not so inspired.
I did come up with two eggs that I was proud of though, included here for your viewing pleasure along with Ann's great dinosaur egg ... egg.
I was at an egg dyeing party. The testosterone had to come out somewhere... and their chairs looked expensive.
I free-handed this one with some food coloring pens. Edvard Munch's Scream, if you don't recognize it.
Ann's incredible dinosaur egg with waxy, bumpy goodness. A dinosaur hatched in her kitchen some time this weekend. Ted, their black lab, promptly issued a code black gas attack, and the last dinosaur died... a tragedy for michael crichton fans everywhere.