Eggs grow on trees?

Again, the Center of the Universe (aka Fremont) revealed its mysteries. Who knew Easter eggs grew on trees?

And speaking of silliness...

Here's another entry in the silly ceramic parade that runs through my house:

Watch those lips!

This binder of volunteer information was so bland I decided to bling it up with some crazy collage. I cut flowers out of old wallpaper, glued egg images onto a paint strip, outlined parts with funky red tape and used my nifty Sigmo white pen to doodle. Ahhhhhh, MUCH better....

Except, I get that the woman in the June Cleaver pearls and blouse really loves her bird, but each time I look at her, I fear for her lips.

A dozen eggs (almost)

A reverse Baker's Dozen...