Hope you had a great one with chocolate for breakfast and confused fertility symbols (rabbits. don't. lay. eggs). The Boy and I had a lovely seder with his family, which wrapped up with a raspberry mousse cake we brought. To be honest, we were pretty damn pleased with ourselves about it. Nigh on insufferable, but the delicousness of the cake saved us.
|This bunny might lay a chocolate egg. If chocolate egg means rabbit shit|
Also we all had bourbon and that helps like hell.
After getting home, my life suddenly turned into a Freaks and Geeks episode. Seriously. Plaid pajama pants, pigtails and pink Doc Marten boots on a scooter making a late night fast food run.
And now it's back to the grindstone with loads of emails and photo shoots and trapezing. Yup, trapezing. How awesome is that?