I am enjoying the fact that this is the first year that my kids have not mentioned hunting for Easter eggs. My son is autistic and my daughter is young at heart, so they both hunted for eggs well into their teens. But now I think I'm finally done.

I've been able to look out my back window and watch the neighbor's grandkids hunt for eggs. My two boys are in their thirties, so it's been nice to just watch the grandkids next-door without any responsibility or effort. I wonder if they've outgrown it yet? We'll see . . .

It's a small price to pay for a lavish lifestyle. He sure is a pretty boy, though!

and that he also pooped on the Original copy of the Declaration of Independence just to piss her off.

Gads what a nutcase, I live in Minneapolis, so I can't vote her out. Keith Ellison is my Congress person.