"I'm not saying the Easter Bunny doesn't exist, just that he isn't real."
(BBQ Bob keeping it honest with BBQ Sue)
Look what the candy man brought. A sea of mediocre chocolate. In pretty foil. I think this picture is more delicious than the eggs. However, it must be admitted that in spite of the fact that I have had chocolate about fifty times better than this, I find them irresistible. It must be the foil.
While an edict has, in fact, been issued against all holiday specific buying for the store, I had already ordered (and received) most of the Easter loot, it was deeply satisfying to see this vision to completion. I am very satisfied with the results. I doubt they will sell since people can buy baskets full of crap at the grocery store for, like, seven dollars. But my plan is that if no one buys them by the day before Easter, I will donate them to someone who can give them to families who can't afford Easter baskets. The only candy in them is chocolate and Peeps, both of which do not have an indefinite shelf life. I am determined that kids will end up with these cute non crappy Easter buckets, come hell or high water.
These Easter buckets have a generous heap of chocolate eggs, two bags of small chocolate bunnies, and one package of Peeps. In addition, each one has a little butterfly "person" (not visible here), a fuzzy duckling, a smocked bunny, and two little carrots to feed these low maintenance pets.
This is one of the larger Easter baskets. They have even more of the same candy (as in: TWO packages of 
This is Bunny, the non pooping chick. How could anyone resist her? (Well, I suppose lots of people can when they find out that instead of being priced the same as a "real" chick, she is actually ten dollars.) Thanks to the handy patented carry-all handle on her cage you can virtually take her anywhere. Even to places that don't allow "traditional" pets.
She is so lifelike your child will not notice that she hasn't moved since Easter morning but will assume that this is because she loves her new home and never wants to leave. The great thing about chicks of this breed is that if you or your children forget to feed them, no biggie. They won't die. Another great feature: no pasting up!
What a sweet sweet eye! I'm not going to pull an Algernon trick here, but boy, I sure do want to squeeze her to 
This is the nest that is included in the larger Easter basket. I am tempted to keep all twelve of them for myself to place all over the house. It's very NESTY. I am a magpie. I am a twig hoarder, a rock drifter, a petal presser, a song imitating collector of life's serendipitous treasures....
You know what I love about photographing my shoes and socks? They never look fat. In fact, my feet are the only shadow of my true sartorial self. This is what's left outside of the visual feast within. If you were to see inside my brain (and kind of jump over all those sharp black cliffs of doom) you would see nothing but polka dots, stripes, and florals everywhere. There are also a lot of mary jane's in there. Sometimes it's a miracle that I don't say the things that are popping up in my head and dying to find expression. Here are a couple of examples:
To the lovely ladies, Caitlin and Kelly, who make me lattes every day:
"You know, I look forward to seeing your teeth everyday. I really don't understand how two sets of gorgeous teeth managed to find themselves under the same roof.
To a quiet lady who has come into my store a couple of times (and bought things) who I saw jogging with friends on my way home from work:
"I like looking at you. I'm not a lesbian but I really love the way you look. It's always soothing."
Or to a woman working somewhere that I won't disclose (having learned my very painful lesson):
"If your hair is naturally that stiff, there are other ways to wear it that look less like a helmet. I am fascinated by hair that doesn't move. We both have chipmunk cheeks, bummer huh?"
Labels: Bunny the chick, candy, Easter baskets, things I shouldn't say