The other day Moses said to me...
"Mama- since you are so professional at cutting eggs, will you please cut these eggs for me?"
He's a charmer. ;-)
The other day Moses said to me...
"Mama- since you are so professional at cutting eggs, will you please cut these eggs for me?"
He's a charmer. ;-)
(it was supposed to look like an Easter Egg) |
(Even if I want to.)
It is a bane unless it happens around 2:30/3ish on Easter morning, leaving me time to finish up all the Easter things I had left undone the night before...like setting up the table, hanging the hanky bunting, making clues and going out with a flashlight in my robe to hide Easter treats.
In these instances, insomnia becomes a superpower.
Easter Egg stuffing elevated to a whole new level as I now have health conscious adult children.
Pistachios, cashews, beef jerky and chocolate covered coffee beans rounded out the jellybeans and PEEPS this year- and the grocery budget barely recovered.
With each stuffed egg, I felt my nose pointing upward more and more. (What a snob.)
The Smooth Twin and his practically perfect wife. And wonderful children. |
The Hairy Twin, who it seems may have married a Cruella de Vil. Surrounded by wonderful children, nonetheless. |
For over a year I have not seen the surface of this vanity. (Don't judge.)
While cleaning the under-the-bed Inferno, I found that the dust bunnies were hoarding a portrait of me someone had made me in college. I had entirely forgotten about this moment in history.
They got my nose all wrong.
In fact, I appear quite Barbie-ish in this portrait (which I assure you was never an accurate representation.)
Nevertheless, it is a sweet memory that was once lost and then was found.
I plunked it in a frame and it makes me smile. (Even though now I am even less Barbie-ish than I was back then!)
In cleaning up the rotting fruit bowl, I decided to make banana muffins for breakfast tomorrow and Ina Garten's no-sugar, no-flour oatmeal raisin cookies this morning. The cookies were an experiment.
If YOU are ever tempted to try no-sugar, no-flour cookies (even if they are from Ina Garten), I am gonna stop you right there.
Just don't do it.
You're welcome.
The extended Newman family decided to have a Pizza Party. The idea was for everyone to bring a pizza (or two) from a favorite local pizza joint and we were all to decide which place made the best pizza.
I paid an exorbitant price for a single pizza at a local pizzeria and while there, I asked if I could have two extra boxes...
and then I made my own pizzas to fool them all.
BBQ chicken and onion |
Buffalo chicken |