Okay, so it's really FRIDAY, but let's not get all technical with someone who's working 36 hours out of the next 60, okay? Because I might have to open up a can of whoop-ass.
M1's class made shrinky-dinks this week. Do you remember shrinky-dinks? Mine had Wonder Woman and I was always pleasantly surprised that she stayed her busty kick-ass self through the Fires of Hell, aka my mom's 1976-vintage Hotpoint. M1's was a self-drawn dinosaur, because he goes to a hippie preschool that has banned superheroes. What are they, Communists?
The Season of Easter rapidly approacheth, which means it's time for we pagan hippie types to hide Oestara eggs and try to find a potluck dish for the vegans. It's always a challenge, and I usually give up around about the night before and make a quiche. Vegetarian cliche? Perhaps, but a girl can get desperate.
In the Easter spirit, see Super Bunny from last Halloween.
M2 tried bananas today. Unimpressed with her parents' relaxation of their fascist food policies, she burst into tears and demanded nummies. Apparently, the organic bananas don't taste twice as good, though they cost twice as much.
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