Hip Hop Comes to Easter

I'm sorry! There is no way around a pun here. On my day off yesterday, The Chop and I ate lunch then took a nostalgic trip to the SuperWally.....where we spotted these.....

That's right: Diva Da Bunny and Dude Da Bunny. Complete with candy Bunny Bling. Seriously?

Hmmmm....

So after whining and complaining for 3 solid days, I decided (after even Lovey told me I was being bitter about it) that I would see the opportunity in my previous post rather than the negative. I *still* hate driving I-26 every day. Driving is sort of an exaggeration. It's more like rolling a few feet before stopping for 30 seconds -- then repeat -- for an hour. But turning this Titanic around could earn me great respect from my VP, plus perhaps a little chunk of change more???

Let's not forget that it will also make that mommy-part-showing-sucking-up-good-for-nothing-other-person-that-I'm-fixing-her-mess look stoopid. And isn't that worth it?