The Easter Tree… where else will Easter Bunny put all of my eggs? Duh.
ommm nommm nommm but probably totally melted because what is with this fucking weather?
Wooden eggs on the dining table. True story.
I fucking love the colour of this hutch.
Hello lovely eggs in a cage behind the lounge under the picture of my flowers that Boo gave me and in front of a dirty fucking wall omg.
There were other vignettes around the house but unfortunately they were made of chocolate and according to a butthead who will remain nameless here but EASTER BUNNY TOTALLY KNOWS WHO YOU ARE AND WHAT YOU DID, rather fucking tasty so are no longer available for your viewing pleasure.
Next year I will make them out of vegetables and spit. And then paint them with that stop chewing your nails shit.
Do you decorate for Easter?
What do you do when you are completely overwhelmed? Do you hide from your friends too?
How do I stop this child from eating all of the things?