So Christmas blew up in our family room. Go ahead, take a look. Just ignore the ginger in the glasses. Ugh. That was SO not what I meant when I asked Marshall to take a pic of the family room disaster. Unless he was thinking my glasses were part of the disaster and in that case he's probably right.
So how'd you make out this holiday season? Here at the purple house we made out quite well. As you know, my big tattoo was my Christmas gift. But Marshall suprised me by also getting me a Harry Potter time turner.
And in case you're wondering, yes I did wear it for a while. It does spin and the tiny hourglass inside has sand in it. I think it might actually work! *shakes head no*
The kids all got toys and clothes they loved and spent the whole day playing. I got a gift for our kitty Buffy... well, because I thought she needed it.
Oh yes, I got her a Snuggie! Just because Marshall won't buy me one, doesn't mean I can't get one for my kitty. And she needs it too. Cause when they mention "The Cold One" in Twilight, I immediately think of her. Except now all the other cats are laughing and pointing at her. But really, I don't want a Snuggie. I want a Slanket. And not just any ol' Slanket... I want this one:
I'm thinking with the pirate themed Slanket that people won't make fun of you in fear that you'll toss them overboard. So I showed Marshall the Slanket online AGAIN and mentioned that he didn't get it for me for Christmas. Marshall's response? "No, but I got you a time turner. Use it to go back in time to a warmer climate." Nice. Can't really complain about a man that let me paint the house purple though.
There's one major Christmas gift I haven't mentioned yet. What could that be?
Yep, another bunny. Before you start with your "WHA?" and your "OMGah" let me say a few words. (warning: insanely long run-on sentence ahead) Those of you who have been reading for a while will know that I always need a new pet to help heal my heart after the loss of a pet, and as you remember we lost our bunny Lucian a few weeks back, I contacted the breeder who said she would have available bunnies ready to go home in February which is a REALLY long time to wait and I wasn't happy about waiting so long, but what could I do, but amazingly, a couple of days before Xmas, I got an email from her saying she had a last minute cancellation and had a bunny ready to go, so we picked up the bunny and brought her home but the biggest thing is that she is one of the sweetest bunnies I've ever had, she loves attention and being petted, comes when you call her, uses her litterbox already, making us fall in love with her. Now you're probably wondering what her name is, but wonder no more, for I named her Anya... that's right, the character from Buffy that had an intense phobia of bunnies. Get it? Did you survive the run-on sentence? I almost didn't.
This baby I'm going to watch like a hawk (but not a hungry hawk) to make sure she does not eat anything toxic. I couldn't bear to go through that again. Do you think Marshall would mind if she slept in our bed with us?
Oh one more thing. Yes she is a Flemish Giant too. Did you know female giant rabbits get approximately 2 pounds heavier/bigger than male giant rabbits. So she should be around 18 pounds when she's done growing at 14 months. Right now she's 7 weeks old, and the size of a full grown dwarf rabbit.
I call that the gift that keeps on