Oh, so much to report!
My sweet mama worked with the Easter Bunny so that Poochie and I had Easter baskets a week early. Evidently, the Easter Bunny understood my only-yellow-Post-Its lament. Behold the colorful array of adhesive notes!
Note, too, the design with the dachshund looking into a pool. They say, "Once that wiener hits the pool it's gonna shrink up to nothin'." Ha!
I wasn't the only one celebrating Easter. The holiday means resurrection, eggs ... and singing frogs.
Before Easter, Krampus went to church to help set the altar - like any good Episcopal amphibian would.
He practiced singing in the choir.
And then he picked up some new shoes to complement his Easter ensemble.
But all of that running (hopping?) made for one exhausted Krampus. The holidays are stressful, and a smart frog is a frog who takes care of himself.
But all of that running (hopping?) made for one exhausted Krampus. The holidays are stressful, and a smart frog is a frog who takes care of himself.
Yes, that's Krampus on a massage table. Of course. Ahh.
And really? How awesome is my mom? Seriously.
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5 comments:
Way awesome. Love to see what that silly Krampus is getting in to.
I need to follow the frog's life strategy. Beautiful altar.
Your mom is super awesome. She makes me smile!
Love your mom, she is awesome! Krampus sounds like so much fun to hang out with, he and your mom must be having a blast together!
Still giggling about the weiner joke.
Krampus is living the dream, isn't he?
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