The kids are discovering that weekends with just Mama aren't anywhere near as interesting as weekends when Papa was around.

I made Big Son go to mass yesterday.

"I only make you go like three times a year!" I said.

"That's three hours of my life, wasted," he grumbled.

He kind of has a point.

But at least church filled up part of the morning, after all the chocolate eggs were found.

Then what? Oh, we went out to Fresh Choice for lunch (a salad bar chain) and then we all went together to (......drumroll, please....) Home Depot.

Yeah, I know, F-U-N! We went to pick out some flowers to plant in the backyard, and the kids were so bored they actually seemed to enjoy it. So I guess there was a point in dragging Big Son to mass after all, because Home Depot seemed really cool by comparison.

Daughter picked out some white daisies with purple centers.

"Look, Mama -- goth flowers!"

????

"They've got pale faces and dark purple lipstick," she explained.

I had to buy them, after that.

In fact, the goth flowers are the point of this entire post.

Yeah, I lead an exciting life.