Hope the fun folks outweigh the toxicity, Anne. Ugh, what a miserable person.

We are getting ready for Sunday Brunch with Scola. My back hurts.

Next time, try not to lay the eggs yourself. Your pelvis isn't made for that. Probably.

In Easter news, when we walked into Whole Foods on Friday night, the staff were wearing bunny ears. They gave Jilli a pair and so I was 'treated' to walking around WF with my wife wearing ears and a VERY large smile.

And she still doesn't think that Clovis rules her too. Pffft.

Your step-uncle and step-grandfather sound like perfectly lovely people. Your aunt, though -- shudder. Vibing you much patience, and maybe some convenient food-prep crises that give you an excuse to hole yourself up in the kitchen if necessary.

HMOG, I have finished the annotated bibliography. Praise Jebus! It's an Easter Miracle.

Went out on a double feature movie date last night with the DH after going to work all morning. Today, I am pretty much too tired to move. Luckily, I don't have to! Am going to stick close to home with a heating pad today.

I hope all who are gathering with loved ones have a wonderful, fun, loving time, with as few crazy vibes as possible.

Ye gods, Anne. A woman like that needs to be ostracized by the family for everyone's peace of mind.

I have no idea what I did to deserve such a sweet, dorky, wonderful guy.

There's no love quite like Dork Love. Teppy and The Boy are my OTP.

I think we need a specific buffista holiday that entails chocolate baby toes.

I made chilli dogs for lunch due to lack of anything else to make.

Olivia has developed a serious 'tude. If I don't let her do EXACTLY as she wishes, she throws a lovely diva-like fit with head tossed back, writhing body and deep howls of rage. Today's fits have been brought to you by the person who refused to let her: climb onto the table top and rifle through the Sunday paper, pour a cup out and fingerpaint with chocolate milk, stick macaroni up the dog's nose, stick her fingers up my nose and pull the pepper shaker off the kitchen counter and lick it.

Ahhh, Olivia can see 2 on the horizon. Emmett got difficult at 19 months.

the person who refused to let her: climb onto the table top and rifle through the Sunday paper, pour a cup out and fingerpaint with chocolate milk, stick macaroni up the dog's nose, stick her fingers up my nose and pull the pepper shaker off the kitchen counter and lick it.

What ARE you, a fascist?

What ARE you, a fascist?

If you really loved her you'd let her stick her sharp little fingers up your nose.

Steph, that's very sweet. No wonder you lurves him.

Robin, wishing you a warm heating pad and a loving Easter.

I have just let my kids eat marshmallow-bunnies-on-a-stick, as an Easter treat. Am waiting for chaos to ensue, but so far they are just being their usual selves.