Fortunes, forecasts, lucky charms!

Yup, that's a line from Disney's animated Robin Hood. I do believe it's spoken by Baloo as Little John. 

Here's a question for you: when you were little did you ever think you might marry a cartoon character when you grew up? For instance, the fox in Robin Hood, Justin (the leader of the rats, from The Secret of NIMH), oh and Peter Rabbit, who was actually not a cartoon character when I was a child. This was all before I completely understood the difference between cartoons and real life, mind you. But by the number of romantically inclined fan videos on youtube, I'm guessing I'm not the only one who harbored pre-adolescent crushes on animated animals. Go figure. 

OK, there is a point to this nostalgic ramble. Sort of. I've been putting together little items for a very belated birthday present for a friend and after scrapping a couple projects, I finally hit on something that seemed right. Part of this rightness comes from this little wonder.

A fortune teller!

This particular version features some dreamy boys from the eighties.
Which one will I marry, I wonder? 

Oh, John Cusack! Yes, yes, a thousand times yes!

Tune in later this week for a fortune teller tutorial. 

Easter bunny...

When I was 19 I lived and attended school in Cheney, WA.  Christine and I would often drive into Spokane in the afternoon and spend lots of money and time entertaining ourselves at the bookstores and occasionally the mall.  One boring afternoon in April, we were eating mall pretzels (this was like 6 years ago, don't judge) and watching the mall Easter Bunny pose for pictures.  I swear this isn't as creepy as it sounds.  I told Christine, that if I was ever down and out, I could always be the Easter Bunny in the mall...only I would have my own way of doing things.  The little children would pose for a picture and I would pinch their arm really hard and then whisper through the plastic head-piece, "Eaaaassssttteeeerrr Buunnnnnnnyyyy." It sounds kind of messed up, but it sure gave us a chuckle at the time.  Who am I kidding, we laugh about it every Easter.  My mom laughs too.  As I type this, I realize that this story might be one of those, "you had to be there" things.  If that's the case--sorry.

This Easter my mother drove down to Olympia and Nick and I made Easter pizza (the way baby Jesus intended).  We used cloth napkins--it's Easter after all!

After we ate, we thought a game was in order.  Nick went to the basement and came back with one of my favorites...

Nick ended up winning (he also landed on free parking four times).  It made me sad when my mom started to run out of money.  She doesn't like Monopoly because, "you always have to take stuff from other people and then the next turn you have to give it right back."

Easter 2011, out!

I wonder what the sisters did on Easter...