Back When You Were Easier To Love

If you're in the area tomorrow, come to The King's English because BFF Emily Wing Smith will be doing a signing for her latest book Back When You Were Easier to Love.  What's worse than getting dumped? Not even knowing if you've been dumped. Joy got no goodbye, and certainly no explanation when Zan--the love of her life and the only good thing about stifling, backward Haven, Utah--unceremoniously and unexpectedly left for college a year early. Joy needs closure almost as much as she needs Zan, so she heads for California, and Zan, riding shotgun beside Zan's former-best-friend Noah.

(I didn't write that synopsis.  I was just lazy and copied it.) But the most important thing you should know is that I have been saving my energy this entire week so that I can make an appearance at this incredible event.  And....The SIX aka "The Barely Manilows" is going to be singing a song to the tune of Copacabana.  While I can't vouch for the quality of the singing, I can definitely promise it will be entertaining.

Easter, a Time for Wielding Baseball Bats and Knives

Soooo......I've been absent for a long time. My health has left a lot to be desired.  A whole lot.  So what event (besides being pestered by Brian and Ashley) was significant to bring me back to the written word?  Easter.

The annual Lonsdale Easter egg hunt was a smash hit as always.  My stamina is non-existent, but I made it through without collapsing.  Every year the group seems to grow exponentially.

But other than the Easter egg hunt, our own Easter celebration was a relative flop. 

This year Kea announced that she didn't believe in the Easter bunny, but she just played along to make us happy.  And then Hubby Grant hid the girls' baskets in their toy room, and we acted like we heard some noises, so we told the girls to go check it out.  But the whole charade scared them both half to death, so they were asking for a baseball  bat and knife before they would go check it out.

They settled for a flashlight, and the whole way up the stairs, Maile was screaming, "Chucky's here!  Chucky's here!"

Okay, here's Chucky.

And here's the Easter Bunny.

Obviously different, right?  Apparently not to our traumatized kids.  Hope you all had a wonderful Easter.