As many of my readers know, my hubby is Greek. The Greek Easter falls after American Easter (usually) and we spent the weekend eating (Hey, we are are greek! Okay, I am only a faux Greek during the holidays.) The best part of any family celebration is the food and getting together with family you don’t get to see very often-at least for me it is. Of course, I took some pictures during the day, but I am a REALLY bad picture taker at a party. You would think being a photographer means that I get all the shots, but I am so busy gabbing away or stuffing my gob, that I forget all about my camera. Wallflower, I am not. At weddings it pains me not to be able to join in the cha-cha slide or cupid shuffle, so don’t be alarmed if you see me grooving my thang while snapping away!