emergency, emergency

So today I am Grandma-sitting at my moms and I get a phone call. It's the UVSC police department. The guy starts out by saying "this is Detective so and so from UVSC police and I am calling in regards to a black.....(at this point I think he is going to say a black camaro and your brother has died in a horrific car accident or something)....fleece coat. Seriously Bud. You forgot your coat. Thanks for the heart attack.

hippity hoppity

I remember every Easter we would get big huge chocolate bunnies. (probably like most kids in America) If I could see them now, they probably wouldn't seem so big. Usually they were the hollow kind and you would start eating the ears and the rest would fall apart with each bite you took. One year, I remember we got solid chocolate ones. It seemed like it took forever to eat. My brother Eric rationed small amounts to make his last longer. More than likely he charged us for a piece of his because we had already eaten all of ours in the first hour and he still had some left. Now, if only I could find one in dark chocolate...let me rephrase...good dark chocolate.