Sometimes Mother Does Know Best

Well, here it is exactly one month and one day after Easter, and I am still picking up that doggone green plastic Easter grass from around my house. When I was a kid my mom refused to use Easter grass in our little baskets; instead she would just crumple up tissue paper (usually not even colored, just boring white) and put that in the bottoms of our baskets before the bunny made his visit. I always thought that was kinda lame. Now I get it. How long must this go on? If we had a cat, I'm sure it would have coughed up a big hunkin' plastic Easter grass hair ball by now and left it in the front entry as a warm welcome to all of our guests. So glad we don't have a cat.