The fun meter was cranked to 11 in Nashville this past weekend, as family came to town to participate in all kinds of shenanigans.
Aunt Crazy Pants graced me with her presence and photo bombing expertise to kick off the monkey business.
We were making such a
quiet commotion at our table that a stranger jumped in on the antics.
Speaking of commotion, the Easter Bunny was getting a run for his money in Iowa as Prince and Princess B practiced their hopping techniques.
Apparently my nephew didn’t inherit my ample ass, as his jumping caused him to fall out of his pull up.
Back at the mini manse, I was busy making sure Aunt Crazy pants stayed far, far away from my precious shoe towers that she tried to demolish last time she was in Music City.
And she’s just as loose lipped and talkative as ever…you know, the kind of lady who says whatever she is thinking with no filter. Gotta love that!
We were waiting to greet my cousin Tballs (the kid that shit in the baby pool) and his fabulous fam who were coming in to pick up Crazy Pants and take her to Hotlanta to spend time with them.
I’m pretty sure you can tell from the pictures above, this couple is zero fun and I was not unhappy to welcome them into the mini manse for some wild times.
Due to the aforementioned wild times, Easter greeted us around noon in Nashville and Teddy couldn’t have been more thrilled.
But at the crack of dawn above the Mason-Dixon Line the twins were up and at ’em racing to see what the furry Easter fella left in the yard.
Princess B scored some fashionable goggles and a Frozen dress.
While Prince B sifted through the loot one by one.
At the mini manse, we were prepping for a leisurely afternoon hunt.
Turns out, one of the girls was far from impressed with what the egg hunt had to offer.
Her ‘tude turned around after I slaved over the decision of whether to cook or escort the clan to my beloved Dalts.
But the real topper to the weekend was receiving this picture of Princess B who calls this her “Auntie CBXB” outfit.
Naturally, I’ve died and gone to heaven since I have an almost exact replica of yours truly.
Isn’t that just what the world needs?