Well, it's Easter. And if you don't have children or you're not religious, it's just another Sunday. It's just another Sunday for me, James and Picasso. Except, Picasso had a special visitor.
Skittles showed up while I was doing dishes. All I heard was Picasso whining and barking and carrying on like he'd lost his mind. I yelled at him a few times to shut the heck up without success. So I walked around to the door and saw Skittles, patiently staring back at Picasso, unhearing and unafraid.
Easter candy showed up in an unusual form this year.
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