Hoppily Ever After
I’ll be a little melancholy when this holiday is over and I have to write new material. Actually, that’s not true. I love writing. I love being irritatingly verbose. But right now, my brain is tired from decisions. Lots of decisions. What task to do first, when it looks like the house has been bombed by an intoxicated slob from the 60s. Whites or colors (that’s laundry, people, not some slur…)? What horrifyingly difficult exercise DVD to do today? Where to live? How to make a million dollars for charity.
And on and on. There’s a lot to think about. And when you throw in plastic eggs and way too much candy, well, I sometimes just sit down and become part of the furniture.
But it’s Spring Break, so how long can I allow the blahs to rule? It’s going to be a great week!
Allow me to leave you with a few more furry train wrecks. You know you love this.
I know, kid. I know. Save your money in case your insurance doesn’t cover the therapist.
I just don’t even know what to say about this one. I’m hoping the person in the costume was blind.
In a sea of dorks, there’s always at least one cool kid…
I’m calling this one “The Abominable SnowBunny.”
I hope they got a BIG discount on material, because this gray is just plain sinister.
Oh.WOW. This one will show back up in my most frightening dreams. The eyes. The EYES! And the red? It seems obvious that this stems from past victims. This is most definitely a predatory bunny.
I have more of these. Exciting, I know.