Easter Eggs Don't Hatch if You Sit On Them

Tonight we had Easter dinner with my Mom and Eddie. It was our typical holiday over indulgence. You know my Mom's motto is "go big or go home". As such Abby's Easter egg hunt resulted in a bucket of around 50,000 Easter candies. She had eaten about 25,000 of them by the time we left for home. She'll be sleeping off the sugar high for a week.



Here's Abby with the 5 gallon pail she required to collect her Easter chocolate.

For dinner Mom had made turkey with all the trimmings. The woman was in an utter panic because the bird was "only" 16 pounds. It was, by far, the smallest bird we've ever had I'll give her that. But it was 16 pounds, there was only 4 of us for dinner (Abby would rather eat sausage than turkey). That's 4 pounds per person. That's seems like a pretty fair ratio to me. I mean, yeah, I usually like to eat 5 pounds of turkey at holiday dinners, but I was willing to be a little frugal at the holiday table this year. If only she had made some extra vegetables instead. If there had been something besides the carrots, corn, brussel sprouts, squash and potatoes we probably wouldn't have noticed the turkey deficency. She really should have gone ahead and cooked that broccoli like she was planning too. Oh well they always say hindsight is 20/20.

Abby has become obsessed with my birthday. Oh it's next Friday, thanks for asking. She can talk about nothing else. She's making calls, organizing decorations, requesting cakes to be made all to her exact specifications. Maybe she'll grow up to be an event planner.



Here I am with my pink and orange balloons. They had to be pink and orange. Obviously Grandma Diane didn't read her party itinerary so she totally dropped the ball on the balloon presentation. Good thing Party Planner Abby was there with her trusty flashlight to sneak into Grandma's bedroom and get the balloons so the party stayed on schedule. I'm sure if she had gotten her hands on a step stool she'd of brought the cake too. It was too bad Grandma missed all of Abby's subtle, "Grandma get Mommy's cake" hints. She had no other choice but to go to, "okay I'm getting your cake Mommy" before Grandma caught on that it was well past the cake and tea time.



This is my cake. Made by my very own mother to Abby's very exacting specifications. Chocolate cake with chocolate icing. Very dense and rich chocolate cake. It was roll your eyes back in your head good. Yes we brought home leftovers. No I will not share.



Here's Abby eyeing up the Lindt chocolate bunnies. Like she needed any more chocolate.

In a bold departure from our usual holiday celebrating, after dinner I stripped down to my skivvies and was treated to an excellent massage by my Mom. She has a professional massage table and the works. A little odd maybe, but it was worth every penny I didn't pay for it. I've already booked a standing weekly appointment.

I realize this post has poked a lot of fun at my Mom, but I only tease the ones I love. So Mom I must love you BIG TIME. And see I kept my promise and didn't blog about you sitting on Abby's easter eggs and melting them to your ass and the couch. Kisses!




Abby: Hurry Mom, get a picture of Maya, she's crying.

What an odd little girl I have.

Happy Easter to everybody!