A rabbit means a bunny hopping around, but it’s also an unauthorized printing project.
Fellow bunnyhugging rellies, how about this for a printing job? I can see mOm warming up some mailing tubes to fire them off at some of our “the Bible is inerrant” relatives. Say, in time for Christmas.
Spent the evening of Peggy’s most recent b-day hanging around the Puddle (I swam eight lengths but boy is my back stiff this morning) and consuming mint tea and biscotti. Highly recommended. Paul and Tom were there too.
Last night I dreamed that Justin Bieber was dead and I was hired to squeal like a teenaged girl at one of his retrospectives, there being no actual teenaged girls to do the job. I was giggling and squealing like a trooper when an unidentified woman about my age came up to me and shot me in the head with a Nerf gun. And, such are the manifold blessings of my life, I woke the hell up. No disrespect, but I think The Bieb has peaked.
My coffee is ready. Jeff has consumed half a honeydew melon for breakfast, but I cannot bring myself to follow his example.
I get to see the Bean soon! My time off at the end of the month is rapidly filling up.
Kenneth Mars has passed away.