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Happy Easter

We've had a full weekend at the ole homestead. Saturday morning the boys and I got around and went to my in-laws' church for an Easter egg hunt. Because we had snow--yes, snow!--on the ground the hunt was moved indoors. It was a freakin' madhouse. I'm telling you right now there were some serious fire marshall violations going on. But, it all ended well. The boys each got a baggie full of candy, which is really all they cared about in the first place.

After stopping at the grocery store on the way home to buy a carton of eggs, we made a pit-stop at the house so I could boil said eggs. Then we went to my sister-in-law's house to color eggs and have dinner. This is another one of those annual holiday traditions for us. Every year we head over to her place to do the eggs. This year was slightly different, though, because my hubby had a bowling tournament and my mother-in-law had just had surgery a few days prior and couldn't make it. So the house seemed a bit quieter this year.

Then it was the Easter Bunny's turn. All I had to was get the little buggers to bed. Needless to say, the hoppity fella managed to bring way too much candy yet again. At least this year he tempered the amount by buying a movie, too. So after checking out baskets this morning and finding all the eggs the Easter Bunny had hidden around the living room, we settled down to watch Happy Feet.

After church (the hubby and the oldest boy begged off), we just had to get ready for dinner. Lucky for me, hubby did all the cooking! We even had a dinner guest this year. My dad shared the meal with us and hung out for a little while--you can always tell when his lady love's giving him trouble.

All in all, it was a great day. I hope yours was half as pleasant!

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