First, an egg at breakfast (not for breakfast). . .
. . .and then she went completely nuts for these fake flowers for my tutu. She'd dive under them, lift them, nearly rolled in them. I was afraid she'd break the string holding them together and I need them on my jersey to ride in the Cinderella on Saturday. I'll have to wait until she goes to roost to finish putting them on. (They'll go on the jersey below.)