I am back having eaten approximately 679 Easter eggs. This week is going to see me exercising them off in a gruelling systematic weight loss regime of crazy-dance-a-thons and chasing kidlets to the park. Uh huh. That's the word on the street.
We're back from visiting my Mum and Dad in my hometown of Tamworth. Yeehaw.
It's so sad to be back in the rush of the city. But we're back. For better or for worse. At least for now. Until I can convince Matt that a move to Tassie is where it's at. Or somewhere where the pace of life is at least a little less manic.
How was your Easter? Do tell!