The five of us sang at four different Easter services at two different churches this morning. The Easter Bunny visited our house while we were at church and left an obscene amount of candy hidden around the yard.

Those beatific smiles disappeared as soon as the Easter Bunny’s mean, mean wife immediately confiscated aaaaaaaallll the candy and hid it away.

And then the poor Easter Bunny, who, after all that egg-hiding,  would have much rather sat on a couch reading a scholarly tome, tried to change the air filters. He ended up having to get four stitches on a very important finger…