Don't Bogart The Easter Grass

I bought Reese & Tatum the exact same Easter basket. I considered buying empty baskets and the individual items to put in them, but realized I'd be spending at least as much with 5 times the effort. And I found a really good one with a REAL barbie (not a Barb-eh?), a miniature ceramic tea set, costume jewelry, and candy. I figured if I purchased them identical ones the fight risk would be slim to none. Who was I kidding? Reese was still trying to burgle Tatum's rings and swipe her candy.
We did the egg dye thing (and fingers, and clothes, and table, etc...), ate copious amounts of flatulence-forming food, and had an Easter Eggs Hunt....

This is Reese after realizing Aaron's bike was a regular eggtopia...

Here's an unexpected, exciting find. What a treat!....

The older kids were helping hide eggs, and I had already griped at them for putting some of the eggs too high for the little ones to even see, let alone reach, when I noticed this .....

"OKAY! Which one of you turds put an egg in the antpile?! Very funny!" I went over and rubbed some of the dirt off with my foot, and realized it was an orange peel. My bad. But what are the chances of there being a fruit rind looking extremely egg like in an insect mound when we're about to have a friendly egg hunt? I made sure I covered it completely so none of the midgets made the same mistake I did.

Aaron rode his bike home from my sister's, and I followed shortly thereafter in the car with the girls. When I pulled into the driveway, he's standing in the garage chatting away with the neighbor that lives right across from us. They moved in less than a year ago ( I think...), and we've never spoken to them. They seem to keep to themselves, which is perfectly fine by me. Occasionally he'll be mowing, or she'll be coming in or out at the same time I am, and we'll do the "Hey." or the hand lift greeting thing, but that's about it. He's a tall, young guy (younger than us anyway), dressed nicely in a three button shirt and khakis. Clean cut. He's drinking a beer and smoking a cigarette. I say hello, and then herd the girls in for baths.

Aaron wanders in like 20 minutes later with a shit-eating grin on his face. "What?" I ask suspiciously. "I was sitting smoking my pipe, and the neighbor came over and walked right into the garage to talk to me." "He's had a few drinks, huh? They're usually not social- which is the way I like it." "Oh yeah." he says, still grinning. "he pointed at my pipe and said, " Hey, do you think I could buy some of that from you?" Aaron picks up his tobacco tin and says "Um, you want to buy some of this?" HA! Priceless! Apparently he and his wife thought Aaron was firing up a bowl every night. He even said when his wife sees Aaron in there she's like, "The neighbor's out in his garage smoking pot again!" HilAAARIOUS! So they got into a discussion about it, supposedly the dude and his wife rarely ever smoke it, but figured since it was convenient....if it was 10 years ago, the guy would've struck gold.

And GET THIS- Cheech & Chong have a FREAKING CHICKEN COOP in their back yard! It's a small world. And it only encourages my husband's obsession with turning our little suburban plot into Ole' MacDonald's farm.