First things first: Happy birthday Samantha! (I know your birthday was on Friday, but I hope you had a great birthday weekend!!)
Also, today's the last day to post your creative caption to the Facebook Caption Contest!
Has the weekend puzzle got you stumped? (Insert evil grin). Time for a hint! Once you solve the first part, use [this as your key].
Late last Friday, I discovered something rather odd. Look here:
Umm... what is a real chicken's egg doing in my top desk drawer? I began questioning the team around me, but they were denying ownership. I suspect a culprit must have read my blog post last Thursday about the Easter Egg, and decided to tease me about it. No one is confessing this, though. Hmm, I went into Nancy mode and began narrating myself (in third person) in my head:
"She then regretted having picked up the egg, for now any visible fingerprints were no longer traceable. Looking around her desk, Little Jackalope could not spot any other evidence that would help in the investigation. She did notice a paper had been dropped off concerning the board game the team had played on Friday.
Who had motive to place this egg in the drawer? "Aha!" she thought. "our Lead Tester had some trouble with the weekend puzzle when I had her test it on Thursday, and then there is the person of whom I doodled all over his white board, but I can't rule out the most prank-likely person in our office (that's right CEO, I would give you credit for pulling clever pranks...although when questioned you seem genuine enough. Still, I shall not rule out anyone yet.) And then there is the only person I know who actually eats eggs in the office: Megan."
Jackalope then went to question the production team, knowing that it was the writer who had dropped off the game paper while she was away. "You were at my desk, correct?" she questioned the him. "Yes, to drop off that paper," he replied. "Then you wouldn't happen to have an explanation for this, would you?" Jackalope presented the white egg and focused intently on his reaction. After denying any knowledge, the producer and a programmer peaked their heads around the corner to see what I held.
After gaining no further clues to the mystery, Jackalope then decided to call it a night, as the rest of the suspects had already gone home. Wishing to keep the egg, but knowing that it wasn't worth eating (how long had it been in her drawer?), she fulfilled her wish of having a Koko Kringle Kookie egg...and colored all over it, throwing it away afterward, but not before snapping a couple of photos."
Voila! My Easter egg. Thank goodness it was hard-boiled or else coloring on it could be dangerous...and messy if it cracked.
The mystery has yet to be solved! I don't even know who the real culprit is, but do you have an idea? The chances are that the culprit is reading this blog post right now, laughing a silent evil laugh and feeling proud that I have not figured it out yet...