Can we just pretend for a minute that the Easter Bunny is just like Santa???
Okay, maybe that needs a little bit of explanation...what I mean is that I want to be able to just ask the Easter Bunny for *whatever* I want and fully expect for it to end up in my Easter basket.
Not a bad idea, right? (c;
I'm 99.9% positive that the "Easter Bunny" (aka the hubster) isn't going to be down with that, but just in case he's feeling jelly bean-tastic, this whole shebang would make my Easter *very* happy:
How *BANANAS* is that top from Anthro??? I do believe that I could sufficiently hide a baby bump under that flounce for quite some time (c; And I just keep going back to those Steve Madden beauties...they will be mine, *oh yes*, they will be mine!
Commence diabolical scheming and then pathetic pleading with hubby.
Hope you all have a bunny-tastic Easter weekend filled with Starburst jelly beans, Peeps, and Cadbury eggs...