Even heroes have the right to bleed.
The Bunny: Are we going to watch another?
Me: Another?
Bunny: Just one more.
Me: You do realize that would make the 33rd episode of Scrubs we've watched since Monday?
Bunny: It's a good show!
Me: Yeah, but there are limits.
(pause)
Bunny: (With a little steel in her voice) I have no limits.
Late, late, late. Late to work today. It's not really The Bunny's fault, but I'm going to blame her anyway.
The Bunny and The Chicken brought a latte and fresh, homemade cinnamon rolls to me at work today. I'm lucky and they rule!
This morning I dreamt that Bunny was mad at me for pouring out curdled milk. I don't know what that's all about.
The Bunny's ass is really hot. I know this because she's sound asleep with a fan pointed directly at her bum.
Bunny's weddng dress is still hanging on the bedroom door. It sparkles in the dim light.
…but the suck wasn't. I posted about picking up The Bunny's rings from the jeweler's and some of you asked for a picture. I am nothing if not eager to please. Three setbacks: 1) Bunny's fingers are indisposed so you get the rings on my fingers, and 2) our camera is kind of crappy and 3) I kind of suck at taking pictures.
In case you're wondering, her engagement ring features a 1.5 carat rectangular cut. Her wedding band features 14 small stones totaling 1/2 carat. My band is brushed titanium.
Bunny feels challenged. Right now she's taking many, many pictures trying to get one to turn out.
Update:
Bunny's attempt. The rings are perched on the wedding gift from Sister.
We picked up Bunny's rings from the jeweler's. They're resized and soldered and oh so sparkly.
For the past few days I've wanted to write a real post. I haven't because I either haven't had the time when I've thought of something or I haven't been able to think of something when I've had the time. This moment is one of the latter. So, when all else fails — bullet points.
The school year is over now. This is a mixed blessing. Without needing to get The Chicken up for school and off to the bus stop, I get an extra hour or so of sleep in the morning. But because Chicken is home all day, Bunny is awake with him during the day and sleeping during the evening. So I don't get to see her much on weekdays.
I've been playing around with a Lifestream page. Sorting out those time stamps is a colossal pain in the ass, but this might actually be enough for me to give last.fm another go.
Fucking Paris Hilton. Three days in jail? Gimme a fucking break. Let's riot!
I don't have sources because I didn't save any links, but I read several things about this. First, she was sent home "for medical reasons." My thought: what, they can't treat chlamydia and cocaine withdrawal in the jail infirmary? Next I read she was sent home for mental health reasons. My thought: what, whiner baby found jail too depressing? And finally I read that the sheriff of LA County might not have had the authority to send her home and the LA city attorney is trying to toss her ass back in a cell.
There may be a tiny shred of hope for this yet. If not, we can still riot later.
Um… uh…
Three fucking bullet points? That's all I can muster? Wow, I suck lately.
So, yeah. That whole wedding thing. Not much to talk about there. I'll post something else tomorrow.
I kid. And I'm not just kidding you with the idea of leaving you short, I'm kidding myself with the thought that you're all desperately hitting the reload button hoping to find more details. But I'm going to pretend you're all starving for the succulent nuggets in this post.