Hey, bunny-bun loves,
I miss you.
Wherever you are, happy Easter.
So, I won’t be posting this weekend; I’ll be on a short road trip. I’m debating whether to pack the thong bikini. I hear it might get a bit chilly, so I’ll probably just put on some socks.
Ooh. Sunscreen. Bug spray. Essential.
I’ll leave you with a fun little video. I thought about trying to post something a little more serious, but come on, the past few days? Don’t you get sick of the heavy hand? Instead, you get a rabbit walking on its little hind legs. Poor thing needs to study human movement a little more. It’s not even swinging its front legs properly to counterbalance its stride.
I’m not impressed AT ALL.
Thanks to Karissa for passing this along. She really has nothing better to do in Japan. Good thing she’s coming back to the States soon. Remember America, Karissa? Because you’re American? Your cats even know about America, and they’re Siamese.
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Everyone, have an amazing weekend. You might have a little trouble since I won’t be here, but you’ll manage. I believe in you. And I only devote so much space in my head for things to believe, so you’re very fortunate. The rest goes to being a genius. My head is large for my midget body. Obviously.
Oh – did I say the “M” word?
Oh, one more thing: on Sunday, my passport is getting its first-ever stamp. Boo-yah! Hollah! Woot-woot! Yippee! Boom-chicka-bow-wow!
(Okay, fine, it’s Canada – Niagara Falls, but whatever. It’s a stamp, baby!)
(Also, of course I’m excited.)
(What? Me? Sassy?)
New York, NY (mayiwrite Press) — A rabbit named Pig escaped from his space Monday evening. He apparently crawled through a small gap between a chair under his owner’s loft bed and the blinds that created the boundary between his habitat and the rest of the world. He hopped onto a nearby rug.
May, Pig’s owner, came home around 10:30 PM Monday and her roommate yelled from their bedroom that there was a problem. May stated she walked into the room and found the little lagomorph trying to do a rather curious thing. Her roommate told her Pig explored the chair under the loft bed and stayed mostly on the rug. Pig fortunately had not encroached the roommate’s property.
He apparently had other plans instead:
It seems all he wanted to do was write. May stated her rabbits (the other rabbit, Chicken, hasn’t yet tried to go beyond their designated area) have a blog. They haven’t updated their blog in a while, a few months, at least. She said, “Maybe they just missed writing. Their blog was all about climbing to high places and exploring the world around them. It was about perseverance. It was inspiring. Pig is a free spirit. He finally broke loose, and the first thing he wanted to do was write about it.”
The whole situation crashed, however, as May watched Pig type manically on her laptop, probably about his clever escape, pattering away on the keyboard, and then he looked up at her with sad, desperate eyes, begging her to let him keep writing. May looked back at him and then she looked at the computer. The computer wasn’t even turned on. Pig had been dancing for a dead screen. His thoughts never materialized.
May picked up the little, black bunny, hugged him close to her, gently petted his head, walked him back to his space, placed a bigger barrier at the edge of the space so he wouldn’t get into any more trouble, gave both of the rabbits some food, and they all mourned the post that never was.
1. Yesterday’s search terms:
boyfriend dates to remember
I wish my stats would tell me which post came up with a specific search term. The files in my forebrain come up with nothing regarding “poo-perry.” What IS that? Hello, out there, the one curious about poo-perry, did you find what you were looking for? Would you please tell me what it is you did find?
2. Last night, as I got ready for the pretty party (there was a “pretty party” where everyone dressed up [in tuxes, suits, gowns, to-the-nines in any form] and went to a solarium on a rooftop and danced the night away), I went to my room and got some black nylons, a black slip, and a black bra. I was going to wear a black dress. Everyone knows what the rule of thumb is about what to wear beneath black dresses. Anyway, since my room is two walls of bare windows and I didn’t want to change in front of all of Midtown, I carried those items from my room to the bathroom to change. Becky saw me before I entered the bathroom, and she saw what I was holding. She said, “Ooh. Underthings.” I blushed and did the little Flashdance run-in-place thing, and I giggled. Then I closed the bathroom door and changed into those underthings. Hee.
Does anyone else feel seductive or … you know, when you’re not wearing the standard whiteys or natural tones underneath? Anyone? Anyone at all?
3. My rabbits sometimes like watching television.