So my mother and I are wearing matching Easter pants... we bought them Palm Sunday. Or Plam Sunday as I like to call it. Then we watched Chicago Code and tried to decide how matching our tops should be. Rough day I know. Of course we spent yesterday cleaning the nursery at church out and sanding the ceilings and trying not to freak out about the "warm and comfortable" style going into the teen room (that last bit there may have just been me).
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