An Easter recap:
A most beautiful bread for Easter morning. Tasted rather icky, in all honesty...but you can't have it all.
Or can you?
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Stuffed candy into a hundred or so eggs. And one big mouth.
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This is what happens when big boys hide little eggs.
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All my shots of Logan look like this.
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Joanna carving the Easter ham. And she did a mighty fine job, too.
First day of spring break found me at the movies with Brian, where I won the mother of the year award by sitting through Mall Cop.
We munched movie popcorn and shared a soda and a baggie full of Easter and snuggled together.
Perfect.
Came home and had a cocktail in vintage glasses.
Double perfect.
The hit of the year...guitar hero world tour. Hours upon hours of family fun.
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And me? I.Am.A.Rock.Star.
For reals.
Hour upon hour of belting out fabulous vocals while my family laughs hysterically. It's OK...I am going to sing at all their wedding receptions cuz I now have my very own mic.
Laugh away, boys.
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Did a bunch of soldering today...just me, a houseful of boys and a blow torch. Love me that blow torch.
Unfortunately, there will be no singing tonight...I somehow lost my voice. No worries, though...it will come back. Soon.
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At least Mall Cop has to be better than the Pokemon movie. I tell my girls that they will owe me for that movie for the rest of their lives. I had no idea until the movie was underway that the Pokemon characters only said their own names. Somehow I always managed to tune out the TV show when the girls were watching and was oblivious to that fact.
ReplyDeleteFortunately we can now enjoy the same movies. Kate is sure I need to see the Hannah Montana movie soon : )