Bunny on the Brain
June 25th, 2002When I was a little girl I had a bunny named Bun. Bun was my security blanket; he went with me everywhere. One Easter I lost him in the madness and confusion of an Easter egg hunt. Easter is a day to receive bunnies, not lose them.
I think that this experience has had a twisted and lasting effect on me. I find “bunny” such a funny word. Say it once, especially out of context, and Iíll chuckle. If my sister says it with that special sibling-language intonation, Iíll pee my pants.
Bunny.
If I were to write a screenplay the title would be The Bunny and The Bunny. It would be about two bunnies.
If you missed it the first time, and you like bunnies too, read Bunny Blood Lust.
My dad printed out my entire weblog so that my 84 year-old Grandmother can read it. She is as sharp as a tack and a major fox.