Chips Ahoy!

Although sunscreen and a hat protected Wes from harmful UV rays, he decided to just take his chances with his sodium and saturated fat intake.

Another pic from our Easter in the desert, with Wes-Chop chomping chips. He wasn't all that fascinated with this year's Masters telecast ("Zach Johnson... Is he someone's caddy?"), but the endless parade of salty snacks marching across his path made for its own kind of entertainment.

Southwest Easter Bunny Tale

For whatever reason, Wes doesn't immediately trust hip-hop chicks.

Guess who we met in Palm Desert on Easter Sunday? At first, Wes wasn't quite sure what to make of the long ears, the puffy tail, and the tendency to hop around quite a bit. But after 45 minutes of chasing (and being chased by) the Easter Bunny around the lawn in the backyard, we learned that you can't spell "hysterical laughter" without H-A-R-E (well you can, I suppose, but then it would be "ysticl lugt" and this post would make even less sense).

Oh well. I guess the weekend's excitement made us "basket" cases. (Sorry.)

Of course, if there's a camera pointed our way, we're certainly happy to smile!