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.