Happy Easter, folks.
An Easter story: Ms PM and I have two kids, 11 & 8. A couple of years ago the sunrise brought a beautiful Easter morning. My love bride, the eternal optimist, knows me as the eternally joking kid. The dutifully made her way out the door, onto the deck, with the basket of eggs to hide for the kids. Then she sees it.
It.
It must be a practical joke of PMs. This big, perfectly formed plasticky, prank poop left "by the Easter Bunny." Right outside the door on the deck.
Not appreciating my grade school humor, she kicks the perfect little loaf out of the way. Unfortunately, she learned the jokester wasn't poor ol' PM but a large - and quite regular - raccoon.
Somehow I still got in trouble.
Happy Easter, folks.