I think Nana’s face sums it up. It was a rather apathetic Easter.
“Don’t hack the turkey”
“Pour the wine before you serve the food”
“Morgan flooded the house”
“Who said you could drink my tequila?”
The Easter egg painting was less enthusiastic than expected. Intentions of making a bunny cake ended when there was no sugar in the sugar bin. My mother bought my favourite cheese and we forgot to eat it. Nicole has a bad attitude and a job that has no pension.
Now I am in Vancouver and the clouds are spitting rain on these beautiful cherry blossoms.