Change In Plans

 Darling Rachel took that picture of the second the Kraken children were released to go look for eggs. And no, that is not a park. At the almost last minute I offered my house because the park thing was iffy, not even knowing if it was open or if annoying people would be there or if we would annoy nice people who were there and there aren't a whole lot tables there and we all know the logistics and working of my house and kitchen and bathrooms and yard so everyone agreed that if it wasn't too much on me, that would be nice. 

And then before you knew it, this had happened. 

Again. 

Rachel had gone to a work party earlier in the week where a whole lot of charcuterie foods had gone unopened so she brought those, of course, and Lauren is the Queen of Charcuterie and there you go. Besides all of those foods there was a very nice baby lettuce and fruit salad that Jessie had made and a tabouli salad that May had made and my ham and bread and the Costco family pack of sliced cheese and the deviled eggs, etc. And Lauren made ambrosia and Lily made two types of potato salad and they were both awesome. 

So we ate outside in a casual manner. I set out a quilt for the kiddos. 

Maggie decided to eat in the house where she would be more comfortable. Here she is with her princess fairy doll. 

I believe her name is Charlotte. 

Before lunch there was some kitchen dancing. 

Rachel took that picture. 

And then after lunch, there was a little massage therapy. 

The kids were a rowdy pack of feral beast children, as usual. They were playing cops and robbers and I'm not sure what the rules were but a great deal of screaming and running through the house and the yard seemed to be involved. At some points, the kids lost track of who were cops and who were robbers but that did not seem to be a problem or hinder their joy in the least. Owen was a fantastic big brother and kept everything at least moderately under control. 

In short, it was the best Easter of the year, as we all agreed. 

I was especially happy to get to spend time with May as we all know how rare that is. When they left, her work had called and there was a problem and I would not be in the least surprised if she got back to town, changed her clothes, and went in to take the shift of someone who did not show up. 
On Easter Sunday. 
That woman is way too responsible. But she is the manager and she takes that seriously and she should be making at least a hundred thousand dollars a year. I swear. 

And to top it all off, the Weatherfords are staying for a slumber party! There's a Duke basketball game and Vergil went to Duke and Glen loves basketball and so now they're all in the Glen Den eating wings and carrot sticks and cantaloupe and I don't know what all. Adults are drinking adult beverages and the birds are SO happy because we've finally gotten out of their feeding area. I was sitting under the magnolia tree earlier and a cardinal pooped on my arm. Probably to display his displeasure in our presence. I swear to you- I believe that is the first time I've ever been pooped on by a bird. Well, a wild bird. When I was a child we had a parakeet who pooped on me all the time. 

Well, not our regular Sunday. But a good one.
Funny how there was no talk of Our Savior rolling away the stone at all. I do believe that Zombie Jesus was mentioned several times. We are not quite Pagans but I suppose we are definitely heathens. And as I heard Vergil say to one of his boys when we were talking about Easter eggs- "Very appropriate as we are celebrating fertility." 

I think that's what he said. 

I may not be a shining star in the eyes of our Lord Jesus Christ but when it comes to fertility- I have done my job and have a place in the firmament. Or so I tell myself. 

Happy Eostre, y'all. 

Love...Ms. Moon