So when I was first married to my husband I learned all about how this girl (his "Jenny" if you will. A "Jenny" is every man's unattainable girl 'friend' with whom they wanted more but never got it.) named Michelle was always called Bunny by his parents because she "rabbits on" ie. she talks. Incessantly. I disliked her on the spot. As my marriage has grown, the one time it foundered Miss Bunny started contacting my husband on a regular basis, calling, writing, etc. When he went out on the road and started working for my mom and dad she also started up calling and writing AGAIN. Just here lately she has supposedly sent mail but it has never reached us. There's suspiscion on me as to hiding the letters away but I can't really be bothered. Blah. Anyhow. They called her Bunny and still do and it's annoying. Just like the phrase "she's a happy bunny" or "I'm not a happy bunny" which is something his side of the family says alot. She may be why I sympathize with Anya from Buffy (the girl who is afraid of bunnies). :)

Anyhow, here's a pic of me and in it I am a very happy Bunny indeed.



See that dot on my nose? It's not a pimple! It's a nose ring! Yep. Instead of dying my hair (which is rapidly falling out and thinning---pooh) purple, I got my nose pierced. It was a strange experience. Oh yeah and I have bunny ears on my head.