Boring blog entry: I am eating ham and Meunster cheese with mustard on pita bread. The thing is, the hame cheese and mustard are all Boar's Head, and therefore The Best Damn sandwhich ever.
I have now achieved Happy Tummy.

Sunday is Easter. I bought two dozen plastic eggs for the easter egg hunt, and today bought two dozen small bubble bottles to put in them. The small bottles are too big. I do not feel like facing a store on Easter weekend in a town of mostly Catholics again. I'm hiding the eggs AND the bubbles.
We also scored cascarones, confetti eggs. Confetti eggs are the best, even when you get confetti and eggshell down your pants and have to sit through a meeting in church that way. And the reason why you have eggshell down your pants is because you went to the off-limits dessert table at a church dinner and came out with chocolate cake and when your friend went in she got chased away, and when a church functionary comes along to tell you to stay away from the desserts (and the evidence that you already had some has just been licked off the plate), you turn to the friend who got chased away and say, "Yeah, Debra!"