April 21, 2009

  • paques.em.in

    (Paques is Frenchie for Easter, fyi.)

    Easter wasn't three months ago, so i'm actually getting much better about posting things in a remotely timely manner.

    Easter began with Duke taking the ham wrapping, pretending it was a hairnet and going all Martha Stewart on our asses. (The honey dijon glaze was delish, though.)

    We had a traditional Easter feast -- ham, cornbread pudding, salad...and lasagna and garlic bread cooked up by Dave Smith, who was visiting from San Fran.

    I'm thankful that Mema and Poppa are a part of my life. Wait, what? That's a different holiday? Oh, well.

    After-dinner surprise guest! Hugonaut in from Brooklyn.

    I know -- he wasn't awash in pastels as he always is for Easter. I'm still dealing with it. Hugo's usually my fashion soulmate.

    We went over to Buttercup Park for an egg hunt.

    Look at the cute lil baskets and bunny ears i picked up at the dollar store!

    Awww. He's a mama's boy.

    Thanks, Easter Bunny! BAWK! BAWK!

    Mutant bunnies!

    Again, as in the Jizz in Our Pants contest, Duke takes first prize.