Punk'd

I promise, this blog is not turning into place to report nothing but the crazy dreams I have, but I just had to share one more. Over the weekend, I dreamed that I was at the mall eating lunch at the food court. Out of nowhere, Ashton Kutcher walks up and sits down to join me. We chat for a few minutes and then he says "I apologize in advance for this." I say "For what?" Then Ashton head-butts me, but HARD. As I'm reeling from the force of the blow, Ashton steals my laptop and runs away. End of dream.

In other events, we had a fantastic, but low-key Easter. We made a small dinner of caprese salad (with tons of fresh basil from my aerogarden) and lemon chicken. We also visited some friends from Mexico and shared in an Easter tamale feast. They had a huge party complete with "Coscaron", or confetti eggs.

They had been saving egg shells since February, and had filled them with confetti and hand painted them. Everyone ran around the yard chasing each other and smashing eggs on each other's head. At the end of the day, everyone looked like this:

So fun. We were shaking confetti out of our hair all afternoon, but it was worth it. Hope everyone had a joyful Easter weekend!