If Mr. Bunny is coming to town, I hope he’s rolling in on a chopper, rockin’ some pink and ‘tude.
I hope he’s bringing the real spring and Easter brunch.
I don’t hope for much.
And I still haven’t found one of the eggs you hid last year, Mr. B.
But I like the dental hygiene you’re practicing.
Here be Hump Day.
Let’s just hippety-hoppety right over it.
Or — you know — vroom, vroom.
This be a blog quickie.