I know it's all about Jesus being resurrected and all,
but for me it was always about the new dress,
the new shoes, and the CHOCOLATE.
This is our little Chippy. He's had lot's of chocolate.
I was always wiggling in church waiting for that long sermon to be over.
We would then all meet at my Grandmother Charlebois's house for a big feast.
The French was flying, the arms were flapping, and the food... oh, the food.
Nothing like French cuisine on Easter Sunday.
(Couldn't find a family picture, so you get stuffed bunnies for now).
And fat cat and Bella.
THIS IS A "HE", LOOK AT HIS WHISKERS!
I saw this after I put the earrings on... poor bunny.
But I still couldn't wait to get home and devour my chocolate bunny.
I never knew if it would hurt him when I bit his ears off, or his leg. Yes to me it was always a HE. I guess it didn't matter once he was gone. I would always ask my sister if she REALLY wanted hers, and of course she did.
My dad would ALWAYS sneak me some of my mom's Laura Secord chocolates,
(it's a Canadian thing). I'm sure she counted them, but let it go just this once.
I've always made Easter special in our home. The bunny would even leave a little poopy trail at times, but most times we had real bunnies and lot's of them, so no raisins necessary, lol.
Now if I could only learn to make a cake like this one from
"THE PARTY WAGON" I'd be a happy bunny.
But for now I'll stick to things I know.
IN THE PINK COTTAGE
So as I, the PINK one, and Randy, the blue one
sit here (it's actually sunny)
wishing my PEEPS were here to celebrate,
I do hope you and your family are together on
this very special EASTER weekend.
A new bunny meets the world on Easter!
NOW PASS THE EGGS WOULD YOU?