So, the bunny is cute. I guess.
Girlfriend named it Elliot, even though we don’t know if it’s a girl or a boy yet, so I WIN and thank god because calling the vet to make an appointment for Sparkle Sparkle Butterfly Sparkle would have made me sound like a total jackass.
I don’t know if Elliot is going to be a permanent member of the family yet, but I have to tell you guys it’s awfully cute to see him scamper around the house, playing with the kid’s toys and hiding under Girlfriend’s blocks. She seems to have litter box trained herself and doesn’t poop all over my house. He does, however, shit in Alice’s bed. I have to figure out a way to convince him that that’s not such a good idea because Alice is still unconvinced that the bunny isn’t food. I can’t say I blame Alice for being a little annoyed with Elliot. I almost never enjoy people who shit in my bed.
So that’s my update on the bunny situation for you. I have to go hose Homeslice off now. She’s painted herself in mango.