The Easter Bunny goofed. Instead of arriving at a more realistic hour fitting teenager's sleep schedules, the Easter Bunny was up and at 'em at the Freeman household around 8:30 a.m. I know because I watched out the window while it hopped about depositing shiny plastic eggs around the house. Harley was close on the heels of the Easter Bunny, following it and watching its every move. As the Easter Bunny finished his business, Harley retreated indoors via the doggie door. I drank my morning coffee in peace. About 20 minutes later I looked outside and noticed Easter egg debris scattered in the driveway. I ran outside and found Harley sitting under the dead Maple tree cracking open a blue egg in hopes of munching upon the Neapolitan Coconut Slice inside. Harley enjoyed Easter very much this year, thank you Easter Bunny. Fortunately for my girls, Harley cared nothing for the eggs containing dollar bills and it was quite entertaining to watch my daughters cringe as they picked up the plastic eggs covered in dog slobbers.
