My 13-year-old has invited two friends over tonight. They've requested pizza or cheeseburgers for dinner, but I may offend their delicate natures by making spaghetti and meatballs instead. Sidenote: when I was younger, my friends and I used the phrase, spending the night or slumber party; today's kids say, sleepover. Also, playdate? We used to say, visit or go play with. You know you're getting old when your children roll their eyes at perfectly good lingo, but that's another post for another day . . .
On Sunday afternoon, our best friends and their two little boys will come over for Easter dinner: ham and scalloped potatoes, because we're fancy like that. We'll hide a ton of eggs for all the kids to search out. The backyard is a soggy mess, but the front yard has dried nicely, so I think we'll plan an outdoor hunt.
Have fun looking for eggs in the woods, kids! Don't let the moose getcha.
May your basket be filled with lots of jelly beans. Or something like that. Happy Easter, gentle readers. He is risen!
Dinner last night: pasta alfredo with shrimp
Exactly one year ago: