Wednesday, April 3, 2013

When You Cross the Line . . .

A good indicator of complete and unrepentant woodchuckiness? Buying your kid's Easter basket toys at the Local Huge Outdoors Store. Including a stuffed wild boar that makes very realistic boar sounds.


His name is Harley. But of course.

But at least I didn't wear my flannel-lined jeans for Easter dinner.


It's a woodchuck in an urbanite's clothing. Appearances are so deceiving.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

This year I wore my ankle high rubber boots to the library. :)
It was snowy and cold and we were delivering wood were it was slushy.
Comfort over style any time. Beth

tu mere said...

Wow. Someone actually took a picture of you with the kids, with a camera and all. Thanks, whoever you are. Mom read time, the best! Nothing woodchuck about that.