Hello Spring! It’s nice of you to join me inside my house. Maybe you wanna think about venturing outside. Finally. You stupid, stupid spring.
It’s a good thing Easter is particularly late this year, because there’s nothing more depressing than finding the Easter Bunny starving and frozen solid on your front porch. It’s hard enough for kids to maintain their wide eyed innocence when you had to explain why Santa smelled like whiskey and Drakkar Noir last year, let alone having to explain a dead bunny.