Woe.

I have not been able to find Brach's Chickies and Bunnies candy here in SF. That was always the best part of Easter, tracking down the bags of vaguely marshmallow/circus peanut-tasting, pastel-colored bunnies and chicks. Well, it was the only reason for Easter, in my cracked little head.

No chickies and bunnies. Woe.

On the plus side, no snow (except for Twin Peaks, and who goes up there?).