Saving Face

Unfortunately, it turns out tree farms are lacking, ironically, in shade.

I woke up this morning looking, as Kid described, "like a dog tore off your nose and then put it back on". Which is also a good description of the pain I'm in. Particularly awesome, since we have a fancy Easter dinner to attend.

(Keep in mind the flash is washing this picture out... it was even more horrendous is person, if possible)

Thank God, I had kept that tube of foundation the makeup artist used at my wedding (yes, that's the first and last time I ever wore any)... I really wasn't sure how I could show up anywhere looking like a red & white raccoon.

I might die of botulism, but at least I don't look like a complete freak anymore.

That's What You Think

The kids spent Saturday holding mock egg hunts with my mother, using some decorative eggs she had on hand.

Last night, as Mr F was putting Kid to bed, Kid reflected on the day's activities:

"It will probably be a lot harder to find the eggs tomorrow." Kid contemplated.

"They're being hidden by a PROFESSIONAL." She added seriously.