Not really but that's what my sister said in her journal and I thought that it was so awesome that I felt like I should share that with you. Speaking of eggs, how was your Easter? Mine was good. My sister was under the impression that the Easter Bunny is sorta like Santa Claus so she was expecting an Easter basket when she woke up on Sunday. I didn't mean to go along with it, but I ended up buying her a basket and filled it with goodies. She loved it. Salena and I woke up at around 630 to get to the Easter Sunday service at the Blaisedell because Brent was featured as Jesus at the start of the show. It was pretty intense, I won't lie. Brent was on two large movie screens, he was front and center, he was...well, Jesus. But it was great, he did good and the service was inspirational. After the service, Brent, Salena and I met up with my mom and Junior (they were at a photo shoot) and we went to Sunday brunch at the Original Pancake House. We ate a ridiculous amount of food and that was alright with me. Brent and I then went to spend the rest of the day with his family and ended up having dinner at his grandparent's house. Although I wasn't expecting it at all, Brent got me a couple of things for Easter--a stuffed animal duckling that I named Carrot and a boxed of Frango chocolate mints. 
Oh, but before I go, I don't think I mentioned it before, but Brent got a new puppy a few weeks ago. It's about 4-5 months old and is a "Taco Terrier"--a cross between a chihuahua and a fox terrier (probably) and his name is Papi. He's adorable and loves me and is the cutest thing ever...ok, really going now, bye!
More Salenaisms. Translation: "Brent cannot take a picture." Don't ask me what that's supposed to mean, I've no clue.
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