As of my Sunday, I did not wake up in time to go to 7am mass with my mother and father, however I did manage to get up and be ready to go to my grandmothers house for breakfast around 9:30. This is a family tradition, and with all tradition there is the Easter egg hunt. Although you can never be to old for that I did not participate, I did hide the eggs for the smaller grandchildren though, and I had to do so all by myself. It may sound fun to hide the eggs, but to an extent it becomes annoying, nonetheless I did it and will admit I hid some so well I had to tell them where they were. Finishing up talking with family and eating breakfast I couldn't spend my morning better. I got home around noon and began to drink wine, mostly Oliver soft red and Moscoto, but it was delicious and prepared me to watch the ending to the Masters, or as much as I could before I rode back to Muncie with one of my roommates. This was the best day of the weekend by far.