Happy Easter, Rural Gone Urban creepers. I appreciate you. Really, you make me happy sometimes. Today, I wish I could have snuck into each of your houses and left your Longaberger basket filled with Peeps and fake grass.
Only if you promised to nuke your peeps for 37 seconds, on high. It's a typical Easter tradition, I'm quite certain it's the only reason they were even created. Note: I have not seen the 'How It's Made Episode' regarding this topic; however, the probability of a conversation like this::
"We should make little chicks out of marshmallows." "The kids would probably blow them up in the microwave." "It will be an Easter tradition enjoyed by the Clay family for years."
most definitely happened.
Because you're loyal and visit RGU for reasons unknown to to even the keeper of logic and reason (hint:: it's The Guy behind the meaning of today...) this picture is for you.
You deserve a good laugh.
For future reference, if you ever plan to be a keeper of tiny humans, it's your duty to have them pose with a stuffed rabbit and distribute them to the ladies at church on Easter. However, do not forget to save one for your tiny humans future blog.
As awkward as this picture is - I'm most baffled by the choice of rabbits. I know - for a fact - I had a perfectly acceptable Roger Rabbit stuffed animal as a child.
If I had a sign-off, I would absolutely use it here. But, for some reason I can't think of anything other than "Keep it Classy, creepers," or "Until Next Time." None of them fit the bill.
So. Over & Out.