Last night at our house the Easter Bunny stayed up past midnight making four-bean salad and perfectly swirled deviled eggs to take to the in-laws' Easter lunch. Then the Easter Bunny had to get up twice in the middle of the night to rock a little bunny who was having night terrors back to sleep.Then the Easter Bunny got up at 6:00 in the morning, before anyone else, to arrange and display an easter basket, make special chocolate pancakes with whipped cream for the whole family for breakfast (a dish that the Easter Bunny of course knew the picky boy who lives here would not actually eat, but that the Easter Bunny made anyway because the Easter Bunny, like all mythical gift-giving beings, lives in hope). And then everyone else woke up. And then the Easter Bunny had to make ambrosia to take to the in-laws' also.
And then the Easter Bunny had to put on high heels and makeup and a floral dress and pearls and try to be chipper and sweet to people at all sorts of parties for the rest of the day.
And when the Easter Bunny finally got home and got to take off the damned heels and sit down, when the Easter Bunny reflected upon the day, the Easter Bunny was happy.
Because a little boy had a great time.
This is how I know the real Easter Bunny is a girl-bunny. And a mom.
(Well, that and the laying eggs bit. I mean, a bunny laying colored eggs is a stretch, sure, but a BOY bunny laying eggs? That's just impossible).
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The Easter Bunny sounds amazing - but I think she needs to look into some more sensible shoes for next year.
WOw. Easter Bunny needs to check her backside, I think she might have worked her tail off today. :-)
What a wonderful Easter Bunny.
*Mouth drops open in blatant shock* The Easter Bunny wears a DRESS and HEELS? I didn't know he was into that kind of thing!
The Easter Bunny sure is nice at your house!
How does she hop in high heels, though? Sounds to me like the Easter Bunny deserves a spa day.
Man, and to think ... the easter bunnies little feet will one day be cut off and sold for .50 cents at a dollar store as a cheap good luck charm. Damn.
No, seriously, sounds like a great easter ... and another reason why I want a Wife.
Gah! That should be "the easter bunny's feet" ... I can't let that go unnoticed.
Hehehe obsessing over apostrophes . . . You and I, Mrs. Fortune, would get along like gangbusters IRL, I am certain.
I want a wife, too. I said something jokingly to my husband at a big family gathering once about how he needs to find me a Second Wife to help out with the laundry and the baby-chasing STAT (so I can write more often), and I think my husband's grandmother was permanently traumatized. Hehe.
Holy shit. All the Easter Bunny did here was complain about having to get up so early.
I want yours to come live at my house
Dawn, I am sure after seven whole years of this the Easter Bunny who lives here will have given up entirely and will start buying potato salad in a tub at the supermarket along with one of those pre-packed baskets full of Matchbox cars ;)
Spend the energy while I still have it, is what I say . . .
Adorable picture!
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