I figured this was an appropriate picture since I've been talking about our bunny saga. This, my friend, is where it all started. Cause in that picture I'm holding my first bunny I ever had. Well, actually, that's not entirely true. I had one before this bunny. That one psycho bunny that my dad's hunting buddy caught WILD and gave to me. Let me just say, in my defense, if a parent is going to give a young child a bunny to take care of, it's the parent's responsibility to make sure the child is actually feeding it, right? Let's never talk of it again, ok? Poor Thumper.
My Grandfather in Ohio gave this bunny to me one year when we were visiting. I had him in a box on my lap in the backseat (squished between my brother and sister) on the entire drive back to Orlando. And while I had this bunny, I made the decision to start rabbit breeding as a hobby. (easy hobby because, well, rabbits like to breed) And as you can imagine I ended up with lots and lots of bunnies, which I then gave away as pets through ads in the newspaper. Toward the end of high school I got busy with other things and stopped breeding the rabbits. But that experience is probably why I'll always have a soft spot in my heart for bunnies.
Of course Marshall would prefer I not have the bunny love. He never trusts them because of the whole eyes-on-the-side-of-the-head thing... never knowing if they're looking at you or not. And sure, there's that. But oh, hey... fuzzy bunnies are so cute!
Yeah, that's what keeps getting us into trouble. I know.
And you thought I was going to talk about those shorts.