Half the church saw my undies

I will deem Easter a success this year, despite the Panty Flashing Incident of 2011, in which my dress got hung up on the seat of my chair in church when I knelt down, exposing my old, white GRANNY-PANTIES that are so heinous that I previously vowed never to wear them out of the house ever again, but wore them anyway because I didn't want people seeing my blue flower-patterned granny panties through my dress, but at least then they would have thought that I had some sort of personality if they'd seen those over the OLD, UGLY WHITE ONES. As soon as I realized what was going on, I punched Steve in the arm for not noticing the state of my drawers and their overexposure, to which he replied, "I'm not ALWAYS staring at your butt!" GAH. He reassured me by telling me that there were only women sitting behind us. Really? ONLY women? I find that a little hard to believe. But I truly have next to no shame anymore (thanks Childbirth!), so as soon as I got home and remembered about the Reeses eggs, I got over it pretty quickly.

Speaking of the Reeses eggs... They were GOOD.

Look at the size of that belly! Sweet potatoes and carrots are doin' that body GOOD!

Sammy did not fit into his appropriate Easter outfit, shown above, (but it was also put on BACKWARDS (I'm lookin' at you, Steve)) so he went classy and casual to mass with a different bunny outfit. For someone who sleeps, burps, and eats throughout the entire service, I don't think attire is all that important.

 

We've got a little ham on our hands...

That's better. But speaking of ham, Easter dinner went off without a hitch! Everything appeared to be edible, but I didn't remember to take pictures of the food due to a Severe Bowel Emergency (Sam's, not mine) at the start of dinner. You will have to take my word for it that it looked like something Martha Stewart and Paula Deen might have dreamed up together, served in gorgeous Polish pottery, while we were all wearing our Sunday best, not our sweatpants.

Also in attendance for the amazing Easter dinner were my in-laws, also known as The Best Dog Sitters On The Face Of The Earth. In order to go out with a bang, they drove something like FOURTEEN HOURS in the car! with two dogs! one who has butt-juice issues! another who is scared of riding in the car! just to return them to us! I think there is some sort of heroic medal that needs to be awarded to them both immediately. We could have never had Marci (beagle) with us while we lived in our apartment in Virginia, and after having Sammy, even Odie (pug) got shipped up to Pennsylvania for an extended staycation at the Resort a la Dignazio. They received quality attention and care and more walks and bananas than they ever dreamed possible. And my in-laws saved us something like, a bajillion dollars in boarding fees. So a huge shout-out to my in-laws! Y'all rock! Oh, and both dogs have sunk into a deep, dark depression since they realized that their vacation is over and the attention has shifted DRASTICALLY to the tiny person.

The depression is masked a lot by excessive sleep. It looks something like this.

To be clear, Steve is not depressed. He just enjoys sleeping.

These two are the depressed parties.

Here they are in action. Steve was taunting them with the hambone.

Giving them a nibble.

And an accurate pictorial summary of Easter at the Dignazio house.