It was a good one, this Easter, what with the Uncle visiting from Chicago, the egg hunt, the lottery ticket, one perfect Bloody Mary and baskets filled with candies.
We hung tissue paper poofs. When she saw them hanging in the doorway, she was amazed. Tissue paper poofs!
Only one ear went missing. She was more upset over it than I was.
We ate sticky baked french toast for breakfast. Tradition, tradition.
After naps and more naps, and a few more naps, we tucked into some late lunch.
We got stomachaches from eating all the radishes.
Not to mention all that macaroni and cheese we ate…
Pea salad with bacon and goat cheese.
Don’t forget the fried chicken, James decided he wanted to marry me over Easter fried chicken.
All per tradition.
We took it easy.
We haven’t done that for a while, relaxed.