Chocolate bunnies and Mystery Eggs

If you decided, one November, to dress up in a Bunny suit and deliver candy eggs, your friends and family would be confused. Medication might be administered and a “Well- earned” break might be advised. When we are adults we can wait for holidays, because we understand the law of historically anticipated events. They will happen! You can take a chocolate bunny to the bank that Easter will happen this Sunday.

It is not so for children. Along with most A-list Holidays, traditional cartoons present themselves, with the theme that the Holiday will be taken away. The Grinch, Frosty the Snowman, even Peter Rabbit have to fight the badly dressed evil entity to ensure that the Holiday of the moment will have its day. Of course, good always triumphs over evil, but the little watcher still goes through the potential that the long awaited event just might not happen.

Isn’t it strange that we fight so hard to make sure that romance goes our way, when even “Bunny Day” can be threatened? What does it take to trust the future when our own personal cartoons stir their pots of discord at every opportunity? Why is it that it can be so difficult to find that simple measure of unequivocal belief in a relationship? That the “Right one”, the “Right moment”, the “Right future” will present itself when it is ready.

Like outdated social rules, we invent time-frames and preconceived ideas about how to handle the natural progression of a relationship. These mass-manifested milestones give us comfort that something is progressing in a positive direction. Instead of letting love find its own way we are inclined to set up bright orange pylons to direct the romantic traffic into what we think is the safest or fastest path.

Is this desire to organize emotional and geographical bonding born out of frustration, sadness and long expired coupons of promise? Or is it analytical thinking at its best, a couple able to decide what really works for them, regardless of convention? Perhaps it is as simple as wanting to be with someone and to live in the now, as you wish to have been living all along.

This Sunday, Boys and Girls look for the purple egg of serenity. One special egg that means you can live love without an hourglass along side a bottle of champagne. This egg is the one that belongs in a pastel basket complete with a calendar where all the days are colored red for love. Maybe some of us will never completely trust that what we want will appear when we want it to, or that Easter takes two. One to hide the eggs and one to find them, and then again, maybe we just need to grow up. Have a naughty Easter.

Dear Miss Kitty,
I am a High School Senior and prom is coming up. Here’s the thing. My buddies and I made an Excel spread sheet and figured that with all the money we would be spending, we could each get a high class call girl and really have the time of our lives, what do you think? By the way, Eric says you are really hot for an older chick.
The Dudes

Dear Dudes,
Hot Eric? You have no idea, and that’s not surprising, considering your place on the ladder of sexual sophistication. Like wine, it gets better and better, so take your time. Your love life isn’t going anywhere without you. Therefore, no call girls! Prom is a big set- up, training camp for out dated and unfair fiscal penalties for having a penis! Split the costs! It’s not like either one of you has a healthy income, 401K’s, and stocks paying out serious dividends on a regular basis! I recently took Rocket Man out on a date, He told me the often told tale that it was the first time a woman had organized, paid and made sure he was well taken care of the entire evening. Yesterday I sent flowers! That’s right girls, sending a man flowers feels even better than when you get them sent to you. (Miss Kitty Tip- Renae’s Bouquets makes elegant “man flowers” like no one else.)


Have a naughty day!