And to think, I could have spent my morning decapitating a chocolate rabbit. But, nooooo. Instead of decapitating a chocolate rabbit, I was spreading dirt. Of course, some of you might be thinking I could spend my afternoon on chocolate rabbit decapitations and I could if I had a chocolate rabbit to decapitate. Sadly, once again, the Easter Bunny passed over my house without depositing a chocolate rabbit. Passover is such a sad celebration, although it’s quite possible that chocolate rabbits have nothing to do with Passover, which is too bad, because the chocolate rabbit decapitations are the best part of any celebration especially if that celebration involves chocolate rabbits.
In other news, the big pile of dirt is marginally smaller than it was yesterday.