You really can't go wrong when the day off from work is because it is Good Friday. That becomes sort of an obligation to make it a good day, right?
The day started great. A little breakfast and coffee (cocoa) out with my favorite girl, a little trip to Trader Joes where I let her have her own cart. Managed to keep her from running in to anyone. It was going great.
Until she ran away from me in the parking lot. The one full of cars full of people in a hurry to finish up shopping before Easter.
It was just the other side of the car, but my heart stopped for a minute when I couldn't see her. There was yelling (me), crying (her and almost me) and the day very nearly ended early. We went home, cooled off, and I decided that while I wanted to teach her a lesson about consequences, it wasn't worth wasting a beautiful day off.
So we went out for sushi (she tried two rolls and filled up on dumplings), had a great nap (both of us) and then got down to the real business.
The egg dying.
We were a little let down by the Paas pink dye, but we left it in there forever and got over it. After we were done, we celebrated with a little cold cocoa and lowfat cheesy poofs.
(what fun is it if your mom doesn't pile your snacks in pyramids)