Roared one of the Easter Mice. This year we were once again visited by our usual Easter Mouse (the bunny always skips us). Easter Mouse 2010:
Easter Mouse 2011:
Easter Mouse 2012:
This year he was joined by a cohort and it was delightful:
So, this has been one hell of a week and I pray that someday soon that phrase will not be so common to me. I'm not counting on it until my husband finishes his dissertation, however. I am opting only to talk about the good, so let's hop to it (OMGZ! Pun... total pun).
I needed some extra love (given and taken), so Cooper spent the week with us. He may or may not be spending a LOT more time with us. I'll let you know what I know when I know it. He helped Guy and I celebrate our 3rd Anniversary!
We got a dog pizza to ring it in thanks to the fine folks at Ma and Paws Bakery.
I finally caved and bought the Karen Walker sunglasses I have been lusting over and I made this face to accentuate them:
I also bought this:
This stuff is pretty amazing. I've used it twice this week in the schnoz zone and I feel like it has really made a difference in my pores. It sure looks like it was making a difference:
Gross. And awesome. I need an eye lift. I also need to do some major cleaning up on my brows.
Then I took this photo because I was bored and I was sitting in front of some blinds:
We also had an adorable, but failed experiment. We wanted to take the kids on a long walk, but as Cooper is a special needs pup, he can't get too far. We borrowed our neighbor's wagon:
It was adorable until he flew the coop (oh, I am on a roll, y'all) in a kamikaze-esque escape. Wagons can be scary, y'all. Then he still refused to walk. Sometimes you just carry the damn dog even if he is over half your body weight. That's called love.
So, that's what happened this week.
Let's wrap this schnitzel up.
THIS WEEK FOR DINNER:
I was bad this week. There was a lot of take-out and delivery. The one thing I did cook was utterly unhealthy and comfort to the food to the max.
Chicken n' dumplins, yo:
We made quick work of it. Seriously, my husband and I ate the whole thing in two days. Barf.
May your weeks be only photo montages of the good, dear reader.