I was out with Noah on Saturday morning when someone asked him if he was excited for Easter.
Oh. Right! That. Uhh.
(Geez, Easter Bunny. Get your shit together.)
A quick trip to Target for some books and candy later, we were officially ready to half-ass this holiday.
I don't think anybody minded.
(And yes, I'm aware they all need haircuts. That was the original Saturday afternoon plan that got bumped for Easter shopping. Because I can only accomplish one thing a day because I AM NOT A TIME MANAGEMENT WIZARD.)
(Nice bedroom slippers, Amy. Thanks for dressing up for the occasion.)
ALSO, IMPORTANT TRUTHER MOMENT. If you follow my husband on Facebook/Instagram, you may notice that, despite regularly posting photos of/from our back deck, SOMETHING IS CONSISTENTLY MISSING:
Yes. Good work on the container garden, husband! Looks really nice and organized.
Shame I have access to your camera roll online though.
NICE TRY WITH UR LIES.
Starting to wonder, though: Are we really watching the tire, or is the tire watching us?
This has been TIREWATCH 2015: THE TIREWATCHENING, brought to you by your friendly neighborhood assholes who didn't even bother dyeing real Easter eggs this year and who don't feel even a little sorry about it.