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!
