Weekend in Review

So I guess I’m supposed to write about my life on occasion.

Only problem is I recently misplaced it …

But I can tell you a little bit of what didn’t happen this holiday weekend:

* We didn’t attend the Easter Egg Hunt touted by our new church congregation as The Place to Be. Instead, we headed over to O’Hare airport to see Dr. Dub and his fam during their three-hour layover en route to Puerto Rico. (Why cruel fate, why?) This was fun because they’ve never seen Miss Dub. Also, because I’ve always wanted to sit on the floor in baggage claim for several hours. Seriously.

* We didn’t buy me a pair of skinny jeans. Mostly because I loathe their very core and am so disturbed by the fact that the one time I actually can buy pants in a smaller size, the only offerings boast a tapered leg.

* We didn’t have Easter dinner with the Aychs, mostly because the lovely Mrs. Aych is so painfully nauseous from her lastest pregnancy that she can’t stand, much less consume pork tenderloin, roasted potatoes and a pear and blue cheese salad.

* We didn’t find me an Easter outfit; although Miss Dub was looking super fabu in her velvet shrugged number seen above. Then again, you could put that girl in a paper bag and she would still look cute. (But don’t accidentally eat her … her resemblance to a ham sandwich is uncanny at times.)

* We didn’t put up any Easter decorations. Once again, I’m not a big holiday (or hoaky) person, although the creative pressure from the blogosphere did give me a little push to better my baskets. (I mean, to write the Easter Bunny and tell him that traditional Easter baskets are soo out.)

* We didn’t dye eggs on Saturday. We did, however, dye them on Sunday night. But despite my wannabe artistic tendencies, I finished my eggs and realized that 4 out of 6 of them had been dyed the same. Clearly, I have a thing for pink and purple stripes.

* We didn’t attend our regular church classes. Instead, we subbed in Primary (the children’s organization in our church), where the best response of the day came from a five-year-old who said, “When Jesus was a baby, Mary always had to say, ‘Let’s go change your poopy diaper!’” And it’s probably true.

* We didn’t spend Easter with our family. (Boo! Hiss!)

* We didn’t enjoy spring weather.

* We didn’t catch even the slightest glimpse of the Easter Bunny.

What didn’t you do this weekend?