Well, I tried to celebrate...

I just realized last night that I had never in my life decorated Easter eggs - at least, not that I can remember. I may have decorated houses and cars with eggs, but I don't believe I've ever actually decorated the eggs themselves.

Jess was shocked and appalled when I told her, and felt that should be rectified. So, after dinner last night, I had my first taste of egg adornment, as the boys and I stood over the kitchen counter and rendered the chicken by-products nigh unto unrecognizable. It was pretty fun, especially when I was told I could crayon anything I pleased onto the eggs before dye dipping them. I'm sure Jess will have pictures later.

For my part, I wanted to bring a little of my Catholic heritage to the Easter weekend, even if I don't practice anymore. I figured it was the least I could do after scrawling obscenities on the boys' Easter eggs.

What could be more Catholic than the Stations of the Cross? I thought it would be a most excellent idea if I could arrange to put on the Passion Play for the whole family.

It was the perfect plan. However, my star refused to cooperate, so the production was essentially a bust.



Wobbles was decidedly displeased with his starring role. And if you can't get the star to work, how can you expect the extras to be the least bit manageable? I had to scrap the whole thing.

Happy Easter to you all anyway, whether it's a religious day for you, an eggs-and-chocolate-bunnies day, or just another Sunday you can sleep late.

Oh, and in case you wondered: Wobbles wouldn't wear the bunny costume, either.