Munchkin (and all rabbits for that matter) occasionally settles into a position we call the "bunny hen". Every time, I think "Bock bock bock bock" to myself and hope to find a creme egg underneath.

Oh, and a funny moment was caught on tape this morning, when I was talking to Nephy about women who wait (for sex) until they are married (keep in mind we didn't say exactly what we were referring to, since her daughter was present) -

Nephy to me: I think it's important for a woman to make sure she's getting a bratwurst instead of a Vienna Sausage, know what I mean?

Nephy's 8-year-old daughter: But, I like Vienna Sausages! They're yummy!

The poor kid couldn't figure out why we burst out laughing after she said that. :D

Man, I'm gonna miss out on what sounds like a great event.

I'll be home alone tonight, Rose is taking the girls to her mom's house for the night- I'll probably watch some loud obnoxious movie, or maybe even listen to the entirety of Carmina Burana at earblistering volume.

And the irony is that often it's the wedding night result, i.e., the kid, who is the wurst brat.

Oh, IsM, how.... punny.

Congrats to Nephy! Have a great time tonight!

So... Can we assume she got bratwurst? :D

Yaay, I feel not wholly death-warmed-over, so I can make it tonight!

So.... I have a pretty open weekend this weekend, and Goonie's going to be out of town... anyone wanna hang out?

I figured no harm in trying, right?

Oy! So jealous of those able to make anything tonight. Give my sincerest and warmest of congratulations for me. I wish her the best of everything.