That title's so sweet it hurts my teeth.
Which reminds me of these.
Seriously. Best vegan cupcakes ever. And, yeah, the only vegan cupcakes I've ever had.
Hard as it may be to believe, the cupcakes weren't the best part of my Easter. We went to a great party, celebrated with family and food, and got to watch The Princess and the Frog six times with a sugared up little froggy, by which I mean a toddler who believes a frog costume equals bare-betonk nekkid.
Luckily, we were much more impressed with her hand-made Ahsoka Tano costume from Star Wars: The Clone Wars: The Search For More Cash.
First of all, here's the actual character, a female teenage Jedi:
Now, I hereby present you with the Biscuit's interpretation:
She is so rocking that.
And in the interest of keeping my son out of future therapy because I didn't embarrass him equally in my blog when he was a baby, here he is on Easter.
Doing something. I don't know. Being happy.
I'm sorry, Big Hoss, but nothing can follow that vicious karate kick by Ahsoka Tano.
But we had a nice Easter.
I think there were also eggs involved.
But may I remind you again of this?
Because that's the true meaning of celebration right there.
They drive me crazy, exhaust me, keep me from sleep, nag me, pester me, claw me, paw me, and leave me covered in a constant rain of crumbs. But you know what?
Totally worth it.