So I was at the beauty parlor yesterday and the esthetician was talking about Easter. I was telling her my son is grown so we don't really do the eggs/candy thing anymore, but it is cool that we have our own Easter bunny in the form of a couple of wild brown bunnies that live in our blackberry bushes.

So I asked her what she was going to do for Easter.

And as she came at my eyebrows with an evil looking tweezing device, a twinkle in her eye and a cackle in her voice she said:

"I'm going to pluck a couple of your stray hares."