Oh. My. When did life get so chaotic? I see bloggers everywhere who are taking a break because they don't have time to keep up their posts. My breaks come in the unplanned form. So if anyone is still bothering to check on me after almost two weeks of not posting, I'm still around, just overwhelmed.

As most of you know, my dear DIL Stormii had surgery last Wednesday. I ended up spending a lot of time at the hospital and playing chauffeur to her mother and grandmother so Guppyman could stay at the hospital all night. Work has been busy, too, and I just can't seem to squeeze any extra hours out of the day.

We had a small group (for us) on Easter Sunday, just 15. Only two were little kids; the rest were teenagers and adults who act like little kids. I don't know why, but I seem to have a real affinity for weapons, and I found these cool Nerf pump rockets:

They all seemed to have a terrific time playing with them, and the only casualty was a lamp shade.

Over the years the egg-hunting ritual has become a contest between generations. The adults take a fiendish pride in hiding eggs, and the kids are determined to prove that they are just as devious as their parents. I have learned to count the eggs before they're hidden. Here's why:


Of course, they also found the unexpected:


Don't worry, we had traditional egg-hunting, too:


The Professor and I are going on a long weekend trip tonight to Savannah. Maybe I'll have some good pictures to post next week. Have a lovely weekend, everyone!