Every bunny needs a little sweetness 🐰🧺

There isn't a lot to say about today.
We got to town, got our groceries.

We came home, and eventually Cowboy headed to work.

We got the Easter bags ready to go with Raven.
I made darn sure, there wasn't one word about Easter anywhere on those bags.
They're just pink and green bags with a pink ribbon.
It could be any kind of bag.

The boys got Minecraft themed candy.
Nothing Easter there.
The girls got a candy filled egg, and eh, we'll just say we're observing National Chicken Appreciation Day.
I will freely admit Vier got two bags, but the kid is almost three.
I got her a stuffed donkey with rabbit ears, and I couldn't get the donkey in with her candy.
Those bags are super tiny.
Again, it’s a bit too Easter, but you could make the argument that the donkey is having an identity crisis and identifying as a glam rabbit.
I did put in a Ring Pop that might be Easter shaped, like eggs, bunnies, and chicks, but tough.

I'm not sure if the other parent is still even banning Easter this year. 
She's like the wind. 
She blows this way and that way, hot and cold. 
You never know where you stand with her.

Now, Gealach got more candy and more trinkets, but again, Peacock and her mom aren't the type to fuss about that. 
As long as I don't get slime, they're pretty cool. 
For her, I put in a notebook. 
She used to like writing. 
I put in lip gloss, and she got the same candy as Raven's kids, except she got a chocolate Easter bunny, which Raven's kids are banned from, or at least theirs went in the trash last year.

I went on, and put the bags in Raven's car. That way he has no excuse to say he forgot.

Gealach's is on my dresser waiting for Saturday.

Badger and I got one or two tiny walks in. 
We couldn't take long ones today, though. 
The First Baptist Church was having grief counseling. 
We go through their parking lot to start our walk. 
The long way is too dangerous with all the dogs out there. 
We just stayed in our neighborhood.

Badger bought me a purple keyboard, and it came today. 
It's silent.
 I type silently now.
 She came into the living room this afternoon and said, “I was trying to figure out why the house was so quiet, and I realized you're typing, and I can't hear it in my bedroom.” 
Yeah, I'm a very angry typer.

I bought a new yard flag at the Thrift Store today.
 I had Heron put it on for me, which was not as easy as it sounds. 
Cowboy made me the flagpole. 
It's an old chain. 
My flag is really too large for it, but it's prettier than the old tattered one.

Not much else going on. 
We ended the evening with “The X-Files.” 
I don't think we're still close to finishing it.

No plans for tomorrow. 
Cowboy says he might get around to cutting the tree down, the one that's threatening to fall on our neighbor's power lines and ours. 
I'm about as sure that he'll actually do it as I am that I'll win the big lottery. 
That's just something he'll leave until it does fall down, and with no homeowner's insurance I'm not sure what will happen when it wipes out the neighbor's house. 
At this point it's no longer a joke. 
The tree is leaning more and more every day. 
One good storm and we're hurting. 
These are things that should have been done when Cowboy was younger and actually felt like doing the work, but he never found the time for it. 
Instead of cutting the perfectly fine tree in the front yard, he should have paid someone to cut the falling-down tree.
He chose to cut the healthy tree that was dropping sap on his car, instead of cutting the dangerously leaning tree.

Anyway, I'm heading to bed.