stoppin' too long to indulge my desire to tell you all 'bout the mean squirrel would mean children all over the world might be bad mouthin' the easter bunny (aka their mothers leavin' me negative nods via etsy) when their personalized eggs don't arrive in time to make it into their baskets.
...so... i'm just stoppin' long enough to show you this shot o' the evil squirrel and ask you...doesn't it appear that this creepy creature is givin' me the dreaded middle finger gesture? jo swears it has to be some sorta' optical illusion but i am not convinced....if you remember, this is the same squirrel that was somehow able to don an american girl dress and many times has gathered earthly odds 'n ends to accurately hurl at me when i have had the door to the balcony open.
okay - back to the eggs....
xoxoxoxoxmo
p.s....reading the first paragraph back to myself i realize i may be exaggeratin' my worldwide importance in assistin' the bunny just a bit. i actually only have two eggs to send outside these united states...but the directions i was sent for those two eggs is so detailed it has actually given me egg paintin' anxiety and could be the cause o' me inflatin' my role in the upcomin' holiday's success.
