My niece and nephew sure are great at picking up Easter eggs, for two kids who suffer from arm paralysis whenever they have to clean up their toys.
Their expertise was on display at a semi-swanky Easter lunch yesterday thrown by my friends Paul and Cathy.
Cathy is an event planner, so everything was super classy. Feel free to steal this gem: flowers frozen into ice cubes.
Their neighbors are lawyers whose hobby is competing in barbecue competitions. They made the best pulled pork I’ve ever eaten two-and-a-half pounds of.
Someday, when he’s old enough for therapy, I’ll explain to my nephew that the bunny head he’s wearing was – for real – left behind by previous tenants who used it to make furry porn.
