Wednesday, March 28, 2012

Baby Bunny Killer

Lolly arrived at my house after work yesterday (and before I did because she gets off earlier).  We made plans to have dinner together and watch our show (The Secret Life of the American Teenager).  After she said hello to the kids, she went to the back door to let Copper in and as soon as she opened the door for him, she slammed it closed in his face.  "Dazzle, does Copper have a toy that looks like a bunny or squirrel or something?" she asked.  Well, he doesn't have a toy that looks like either of those.  So she opened the blinds on the door and looked out.....Copper brought a dead baby bunny to the door!  The fuck?!  He dropped the dead baby bunny on the back deck so Lolly let him in the house where they kept him until I got home. 

I got home and had a dead baby bunny to deal with.  Wonderful.  Supa was at work and if he wouldn't have been closing or if I didn't have dogs that needed to go outside to pee, I would have left that dead baby bunny right there for Supa to handle when he got home.  In this case, I had to deal with it myself.  Fuckity, fuckity, fuck!!!

Lolly and I went outside (Dazzle had to hold the bunny murderer back because he wanted to go chew on the baby bunny more I'm guessing...) to evaluate the situation we were in.  Here is what the situation looked like:

Supa said that maybe Copper found the bunny after it was already dead.  Not likely since the thing was freshly dead.  It wasn't even stiff yet. 

There was no way I was touching it.  Nope.  I decided that I could pick it up with the shovel and put it in a plastic bag.  That wouldn't be too gross.  I got the shovel and put the plastic bag on the ground beside it so I wouldn't have to transport it far.  I couldn't get the damn thing on the shovel!  It was SOOOOO gross!!  Lolly had to get one of our gardening tools to help shove the damn thing on the shovel.  The kids were inside, watching through the window and laughing at how disgusted we were so as soon as we got the thing on the shovel, I held it right up to the window for them to get a closer look.  Much screaming followed.  LOL. 

Once we had the thing in a plastic bag all tied up and we couldn't see it, it didn't seem half as gross.  There could have been anything in the bag.  Oh boy!

After a quick discussion on what to do with the bagged bunny, we decided I needed to put it in our herbie curbie.  I hope the trash people don't breath when they dump the trash A WEEK FROM NOW.  Yick!!!

I've been calling Copper, "bunny killer", "baby bunny murderer" and "rabbit hater" ever since.  He doesn't seem to mind.  I think it was Dazzle that said, "Happy Easter!!"  and Neon might have mentioned how the Easter bunny was going to be pissed at Copper.  LMAO!!  I'm not surprised that our half lab/half German Shepherd brought us home a bunny.  I know one thing for sure, I didn't want Copper licking me anymore after carrying around Mr. Dead Bunny in his mouth.  Ewwww!!!!

After that fiasco, we made dinner (sausage eggs & french toast).  I kindly asked the kids if they wanted a little side of baby bunny with their eggs.  That didn't go over so well.  LMAO!  We cleaned up and sent the kids to their rooms to read and study.  Then Nearly showed up to hang out for a while. 

We watched our show and a little bit of another show and then it was time for Lolly to go home and get some rest since we both had to be at work this morning.  It was at that time that I should have taken my ass to bed.  Of course I didn't because Supa was on his way home and I really wanted to see him.  I stayed up talking to him much later than I should have. I'm dragging ass today. 

Dazzle is in dance at school.  She absolutely loves it and her class just performed a flash mob in the school cafeteria this past Friday.  :)  FUN!  I am posting the video (since you won't know which kid she is, identity still safe!)


She did a really great job and had lot of fun!!  We are so proud of her and can't wait to see her in her final performance at the end of the year!

Uncle Darling: 

Well, he had a really nice coupon haul the other day.  He sent me a photo and I really wanted to share:

Try to guess how much he paid before you scroll down!

Yep, that's correct!  .43 cents.  He just had to pay the tax.  NICE!!!
Now, where are my "free" item coupons?!  LOL, just kidding.  I know he gets them through work and since I can't send him free money from my job...I understand completely. 

Uncle Darling also sent me a cool idea for my nails:

I love them!! 
I have many cool nail ideas to go with this one but I have a feeling it would cost a pretty penny to get them done this way.  Some examples:

Haha, well this isn't too practical looking but really cool.

Really nice for going out at night.



For someone who hates spiders, what a really nice idea!!  Cute!


Wow, I'm in love with these!!

I call these bling nails!
One day, when I'm a millionaire, I will get my nails done very expensively in Uncle Darling's honor.  :)  If I could afford such a luxury now, trust, I would!

One more thing and then I have to dip....

Uncle Darling sent me this funny which for some reason, I found so funny that it had me snorting and almost choking on my own spit.  LOLOLOLOL!

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A woman in a supermarket is following a grandfather and his badly behaved 3 year-old grandson. It's obvious to her that he has his hands full with the child screaming for sweets in the sweet aisle, biscuits in the biscuit aisle; and for fruit, cereal and pop in the other aisles. Meanwhile, Gramps is working his way around, saying in a controlled voice, "Easy, William, we won't be long . . . easy, boy." Another outburst, and she hears the granddad calmly say, "It's okay, William, just a couple more minutes and we'll be out of here. Hang in there, boy." At the checkout, the little terror is throwing items out of the buggy, and Gramps says again in a controlled voice, "William, William, relax buddy, don't get upset. We'll be home in five minutes; stay cool, William."

Very impressed, the woman goes outside where the grandfather is loading his groceries and the boy into the car. She said to the elderly gentleman, "It's none of my business, but you were amazing in there. I don't know how you did it. That whole time, you kept your composure, and no matter how loud and disruptive he got, you just calmly kept saying things would be okay. William is very lucky to have you as his grandpa.


"Thanks, ma'am," said the grandfather, "but I'm William. This little bastard's name is Kevin."

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:)  Anyhow, I hope everyone enjoys their Wednesday.  I'm going to try to stay awake at my desk somehow. 

Laters,

Apple

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