A hearty Happy Easter to all you funbunnies and peeps.
Rob popped M&Ms in his mouth with a huge smile on his face while I looked on from the kitchen drinking Riesling right from the bottle. And those were just the before noon activities. Flashforward to the park: the weather was glorious, the Kadima flatulent at best (I blame my diluted motor skills), the Nerds were flowing [“Gross, pick up your…herpes.” “They are not herpes.”], and the mood was effervescent.
Thanks for the Easter basket trimmings, Mom!
Witness the feast of Peeps. Bottom left is a gem.
Too much sugar. A little lady with a recorder serenaded us with “Mary Had A Little Lamb”—or, I should say, a ‘rendition’ of MHALL. About 40 times. Rob suggested she play something a little more obscure. “Do you know anything by the Dandys…? B-sides…? Rarities?”
These poor girls have sure seen better days. Today was one of them:
I don’t even like pale pink. Weird.
Speaking of peeps, and not the marshmellowy kind, check these out. Are you paying attention?
Because it’s not really a trip to the park unless you’ve brought a large, green velvet armchair with you. Dude! How amazing is that! I feel so enlightened, like it’s finally ok for me to bring large stuffed furniture to outdoor venues—Cami, I’ll need you to ship Granny’s chaise lounge ASAP. I know I speak for Rob when I say that we find normal, publicly supplied seating options to be less than adequate.
BTW, whimsy is my drug of choice.
Now for some holiday trivia: