The Bad News Bears...

Yeah!

Look what it's time for:

Now, usually I make a huge deal out of Easter egg dyeing. 

But this year, for some reason, the boys weren't in to it. 

I say 'for some reason' like I don't know why but I totally do. 

See...Beyblades have taken over our house. 

I'm not sure how we had avoided them until now but we had. 

They each have only one but they have been playing with them pretty much non stop for a week. 

If I hear "let it rip" one more time...

So I decided I would just dye the eggs myself this year. 

I was kind of pumped about getting to do it all by myself actually.

So, I've blogged before about how I'm kind of the Bad News Bears (Bear?) of cake decorating.

Well, I didn't expect that to intrude into egg decorating. 

You know when you see something and you think:

 Hmmm. 

That was either the absolute best or the absolute worst thing I've ever seen in my life.

Kinda like when I saw Pulp Fiction. 

15 years later I'm still thinking about that movie. 

Well, my eggs were like that.

This is what a dyed egg is supposed to look like:

These are the atrocities...

Masterpieces?

Atrocities I created:

Snakeskin?

Creepy.

Cracked and peeling. 

Like a yellow sunburn.

I tried to use stars to make patterns. 

Maybe I'm a little too "measure once and cut twice" for this.

Grrr...I'm a scary green egg!

Fear me!

What the heck kind of color is this?

The whole thing just went awry. 

Who wants to hunt grey eggs?

Half way through dyeing I was expecting dragons to start hatching.

 A la Eragon 

or 

George Martin. 

Alas, it didn't happen. 

Because, at this point, that's pretty much the only thing that would save these eggs.