Just to show you Easter wasn’t all about the butts, crotches, and garbage cans, here are a few other pictures. This was the first Easter when Vincenzo actually ran for the eggs like his shorts were on fire instead of sweetly meandering around, picking up an occasional egg and saying things I could put on my blog. I wasn’t ready for that…but when has he ever waited for me to be ready for the next phase in his life?
Anyway, the pix:
Oh yeah, this guy was there too.
WHAT’S COOKIN’ 2NITE:
White chicken chili
Spiked chocolate espressos