You would think at nearly 40 years old being hungover would stop being a thing. Hangovers happen when you drink too much alcohol and when you don’t hydrate yourself with water and when you stay out too late.
They’re never worth the fun you had creating them the night before and yet here we are. Nearly 40 and still creating them. Maybe they are sometimes worth the fun spent creating them.
After watching the kids collect plastic eggs in our living room I said to Pat, “Someday, when the kids are old, we’ll spend our Easters at a waterfront cabin and just enjoy our coffee, read the paper, and spend the afternoon at antique shops.”
He was all, “You don’t read the paper. You’ve never been in an antique shop in your life AND when the kids are older they’ll be bringing their kids over to hunt for plastic eggs just like your mom.”
And I was all, “Crap, you’re right. We’re going to be egg hunting forever.”
I’m actually fine with that. Who doesn’t love Easter dresses and egg hunting and all the chocolate you can eat? It’s just that Hungover Kat really wanted to be at a waterfront cabin with a coffee.
I managed to pull my act together in time to take pictures of my adorable nieces and nephews, but I left my Peeps Martini at home:
How was your Easter Sunday!?