So we’ve had the bunny for almost a week now.
I’m sure there are more pictures of it than this, but Mister hasn’t uploaded them to Flickr yet.
We don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy. We thought it was a girl, but Michele knows all about bunnies and she gave it a good look and said “we may have some boyness happening here. Jury’s still out” and so it might be a boy bunny and not a Sally bunny at all.
I want to name it Elliot, Linus, or Tobias or Fabian. Mister wants to name it Wayne, and Girlfriend wants to name it Sparkle Sparkle Butterfly Sparkle. Clearly, she thinks the bunny is a total twink and that’s fine with me because this is probably the closest I’ll ever come to having a sparkly boy bff.
Boy bunnies are kind of effeminate when you think about it anyway. Richard thinks the hyper-sexual behavior of bunnies is just overcompensation for their inherent fluffy twinkishness.
We tackle all the important issues at our dinner parties, obviously.
Maybe we’ll name it all three names–Elliot Sparkle Sparkle Butterfly Sparkle Wayne.
Cleaning the cage for the first time was a circus. There was poop and hay and wood shaving stuff all over the floor, the bunny was hopping and pooping all over the place while Alice followed it around, flipping it’s butt in the air trying to get a good sniff, while Girlfriend chased them around hopping like a bunny and barking like a dog.
I totally lost track of Homeslice, but at least I remembered to close the gates on the stairs so the only danger left for her was coming across bunny poop and eating it which is exactly what happened.
Once I got the bunny back in the cage, I went looking for her and she had just popped a poop in her mouth and I was all “what are you chewing?” and she giggled at me and donchaknow, it was bunny shit.
I am The Mother of the Year. What you’ve heard is true.
PS: It was Mister’s birthday yesterday. On Friday I made an angel food cake that came out wonderfully, but everyone knows that’s not real cake. And then yesterday his sister made a cake from scratch and it came out perfectly. I’m packing my bags as we speak. I wonder if Julianne Moore is waiting for me on the other side…?