Did I want the Easter bunny to come to the house?
The E.B. and I have a close relationship. One year, he wrote me a note on lacy paper. And hid those wonderful, shiny, foil covered chocolate eggs all over the house. Now, I didn't necessarily get to eat said foil covered chocolates. My dog got to them first. But nevertheless, we are close.
So, on Easter, I woke up to one of those wicker baskets filled with neon covered plastic grass. And a chocolate bunny! And starburst jelly beans! And those wonderful candy-coated cadbury mini eggs. Hallelujah indeed.
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