It seems like yesterday Santa was stuffing my stocking with knick knacks, tchotchkes, and lots and lots of other wonderful nothings and somethings. Close to three months has past. Temperatures have warmed, flowers have bloomed, and my short sundresses have been worn like they’re going out of style. Since I know every single one of you is a believer in Santa, the Tooth fairy, and Quailman (Doug Funny? Nickelodeon? Click here if you have no idea what or who I’m talking about), April’s arrival means one thing, the Easter Bunny is coming. I know he will stock my basket with only the good stuff but let’s play pretend – if I were the Easter Bunny, this is what I would get me.
Isn’t it all sorts of spectacular?