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New bunnies, old joke

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Tall tail

There’s a new bunny in town, and he’s got a story to tell.

Wonder what it will be?

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I met this grey fuzzy rabbit this afternoon at my friend Steph’s store, Stoopher & Boots. He had just hopped out of his shipping carton when we said our how-do-you-do’s.

I took one look — and, total disclosure, copped a feel, too — and realized he was a wise, old soul.  His whiskers droop downward in understanding. His belly boasts a gentle paunch.  His eyes without spectacles look out with intensity and caring.

He has none of the devil-may-care attitude of Snuffles, the bear who has lived with me for almost 25 years. Even now, there’s a twinkle of mischief in his black shell eyes.

But, no matter. Right now there that bunny awaits his BFF and is at the ready, poised for their first chapter together.

Could that somebunny be you?

Delicious

Happy Bunny Day!

If you’re hanging out at home with family and friends and looking for a ‘bunny of a film,’ I recommend Miss Potter, starring Renee Zellweger and Ewan McGregor.

It wasn’t a big box office hit in 2006, and I haven’t seen it on premium channels much, either.  That’s why I bought the DVD.

I love it that much.

It tells the story of Beatrix Potter, the author of the beloved children’s book, “The Tale of Peter Rabbit,” and her quest for personal independence and publication at the turn of the century — no small achievement for a female in 1902.

She is assisted by rookie editor Norman Warne (McGregor), who publishes her books and becomes much more than a business colleague.

Their growing relationship is not happy news to everyone, and the movie tells the tale with old-world charm and romance, for which I am a sucker.  I think you will like it, too.  It is Easter, after all…

Enjoy the sweetness.

So-you-can rest

Do you know what happens when your throat gets scratchy and you take too much NyQuil just a bit too early in the day?

You start seeing things.

Like pink bunnies.

There’s one on my keyboard now. Can you see him?  He’s hiding right now.  But he has other bunny friends with him.

Perhaps a few zinc lozenges will help keep the critters at bay.  Or cold compresses.  Or chicken soup?

I think I’ll just go to bed.

I can’t decide if I’m fighting a cold or a home invasion.

Hoppin’

When Rory and I awoke this morning, we felt many eyes upon us…

                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                   I sense the eggs at my house have many guards. They’ll be no blatant candy consumption at my house!

(I’ll just leave the premises…)

Happy Easter!

Night moves

I only wear solid colors.

Well, that’s not exactly true.  I do on rare occasions wear a stripe or floral print as long as it is far away from my face…but I am most comfortable and most ‘myself’ when adorned in solids.

I am happy to wear bright colors.  I do not feel the need to always be in New York City black.  My apartment is, in fact,  a tribute to the color red.

But solids?  That’s my truth…except at bedtime.

Then I unleash the tackiest, whackiest, weirdest side of me.  Silky, sexy lingerie?  Pshaw.  Where’s the fun in that?  Instead, I throw on jammies with the most outlandish prints known to man.

Sock monkeys getting pedicures?  Check.
Bunnies having crumpets?  Got it.
Frogs kissing?  Dogs wearing fun hats?  Owls making hoot eyes?   They’re all here.

The more outlandish the pattern, the happier I am to wear it to bed.

So, how do I explain my double life? How does a wearer of solids all day long suddenly make the switch to ‘whack wear’ in the dark of the night?

Every girl has to have a little mystery, right?