what eggsactly are you
up to mr. easter bunny?
First, let me say, Happy Easter:
Then let me say, What the?…
If the Easter Bunny was here, apparently he forgot his tail. Now I am not really trying to be funny. When I went to get my mail yesterday, I saw that (whatever it is), “growing” in the center of a clump of daffodils.
What the? I went to get my camera, took a picture as it was, and then pulled it out (with tweezers) to investigate further, fully expecting to be well, grossed out by what must be on the other end. Only nothing. Just a perfect egg-shaped ball of fur that has no indication, anywhere, that it was ever attached to anything. Nothing, just fur. Did the Easter Bunny lay an egg? Should I call National Enquirer?
My son thinks it is part of a squirrel’s tail. I’m not so sure. If so, then how was it attached? We will probably never know…
But oh, Mr. Easter Bunny, he wasn’t through with me yet… sometime during the night he also thought it would be nice to
drop this off:
Oh wait, that wasn’t the Easter Bunny, that was some jerk who (well, let’s not go into that, it is Easter, after all…). And since I was sleeping with the window open for the first time this year, I was awakened to the sound of a kitten’s frantic crying right beneath my bedroom window.
Now, I have mentioned a few times that I am a crazy cat lady. Because we already have four. It’s not my fault, really. They just keep showing up. Kind of like this one. We didn’t go looking for them, they chose us.
But if four makes you a crazy cat lady, what does a fifth make you? A stark raving lunatic?
Only here’s the thing: he is oh my gosh so cute, and my husband has already named him Brett (Favre) and I can see already see what is coming next…
Only because of his name, of course we’ll have to call him:
But I don’t think anybody is going to be fooled by that.