No, I'm not pregnant.
Yes, we had a great Easter, just look at the photos. We boiled eggs, but she fell asleep before we could color them so we stuck 'em in the fridge 'til the smell got to us and we tossed 'em. The chocolate's for me. Rich picked the plastic eggs and matching grass.
There's now an odor coming from Rich's office. If I didn't know better, I'd think that Wedge put his basket in there and forgot to clean the eggs out first. But he's in UT and that hasn't happened since the 80s. From what I can tell, the Easter Bunny got trapped in the crawl space this year. I took a quick peek at the entrance. Looks like he tried to chew his way through the insulation on the door, but it didn't work. So tomorrow either Rich or I will be on an Easter hunt of our own, flashlight in hand, on hands and knees, hunting for Peter Cottontail or one of his little helpers in a 26" high space. The smell is killing me. But Rich has a meeting late tonight and I can't leave Becca in the house alone to go on a vermin hunt. Thank heaven for the Yankee Candle store--mmmmmmm, Butter cream and rotting carcass.
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