A package for me.
I was downstairs getting ready for work when I thought I heard the doorbell ring. I opened the door to find the mailman on the side of the door, out of my view, who scarred the bageezus out of me. In his hands he held a colorful wrapped package for me. I opened it and to my delight found these little guys.
Kinder eggs! I realize that I am not a kid anymore, but they still made my heart flutter. My sister was gracious enough to go to Austria and pick me up some. Thanks Bda!I remember when we lived in Germany, my mother and I would spend some time shaking each egg at the store trying to distinguish the sound inside each egg. We were in the hunt for the toys that were whole pieces, not the ones that were puzzles. Each year, they came out with a line of animals. One year they were hippos, and another year they were penguins. It was our goal to get each one. We must have bought thousands of eggs trying to get them all.
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