If Mr. Bunny is coming to town, I hope he’s rolling in on a chopper, rockin’ some pink and ‘tude.

And.

I hope he’s bringing the real spring and Easter brunch.

I don’t hope for much.

Who, me?

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.

Just FYI…

Here be Hump Day.

Let’s just hippety-hoppety right over it.

Or — you know — vroom, vroom.

This be a blog quickie.

Elen

NOTE: THis IMAGE is a LICENSED, ROYALTY-FREE IMAGE FROM FOTOLIA.COM. NO POACHING, PLEASE.