My mom and I may not always see eye to eye, but I will say something for her--the woman packs a mean Easter basket.
Even if the "basket" in question is a cardboard Priority Mail box that was delivered by the U.S. Postal Service and not a six foot tall anthropomorphized rabbit.
Oh, sure, there were some rocky Easter basket times in the past, with my sister and I both rising up in revolt during the great jellybean kerfuffle of '99, but with 29 years of practice now, I have to say I do believe my mom may be approaching Easter basket perfection.
It's varied, balanced, and covers most of the basic food groups: carrots and truffles--which are, as everyone knows, a vegetable; you have your rabbit and your insects (a delicacy in some countries!) for lean protein; and Peeps for a quick burst of energy. (Or, if they don't get eaten, which they inevitably never will, they make delightful sight-seeing companions!)
I have a (very) rare day off today, and I plan to spend it in the time-honored single girl tradition of an a.m. yoga class and switching out my winter and spring clothes. I may even vacuum out my car. Woot!
Happy Sunday, everyone. May your Easter grass be plentiful, and may your Peeps be fruitful and multiply.