It's nice...getting through a weekend without the burdensome effects of alcohol. I consumed nothing except a couple glasses of wine at a family picnic on Saturday. Some say it's a sign that you're getting old. I don't like that phrase. I'm maturing, thank you. And what is this maturing thing I speak of? Dictionaries like to describe it as: The state or quality of being fully grown or developed. Ok so physically, all adults are mature. Emotionally, however, the majority of us are half-baked.

Friday Mike and I shared marvelous conversation over dinner at Lazlos before checking out the new Robin Williams flick, "Death to Smoochie". It was fine. That's all. Fine. Afterwards, we could think of nothing better to do than home to bed...
Saturday, the family held a belated Easter dinner at Bethany Park. I took a big step and invited Mike along. He has already met the majority of my family, so everything went swimmingly. He even passed initiation by being co-star in one of Luke's raunchier sheep jokes. I was then donned pseudo mom to neice Chelsie for the rest of the evening. It had been awhile since the kid spent the night with me. She had merely one question: "can we stay up and watch movies all night?" We tried, but by 11:00 she was fast asleep, cuddled up with Sigmund the cat. And finally, Sunday my sisters and I hosted a bridal shower for my brother's bride, Melissa. After bidding farewell to most of the guests, the few remaining family members joined forces and made platters and platters of wedding mints for the upcoming nuptials. So between Easter dinner saturday, the shower and minting, I'm way over my alloted sugar quotient - for the year! Life is good.