Mini rant for International Rabbit Day, followed by a phoning-it-in style post
(FYI: Phoning it in refers to a reporter phoning a story into their newspaper instead of writing, editing and submitting from the home office. .. kinda like Twitter…. ‘going through the motions’…not necessarily hitting the home run, according to some guy on the internet one time)
So, before Duncan arrived in safely and soundly in Vancouver, I inquired to Christina, quite innocently enough, that, perhaps, in the intermittent time we potentially, perhaps, explore the possibility of a getting a little Lionhead Rabbit
Mean Old Christina said “NOOO THEY SMELL, YOU IIIIIDDDDDIOT !!!”
Yeah and so it was, without a doubt.. dare I say undoubtedly, the worst experience of my life
And for those of you familiar with my life story, that must mean a lot
So, when International Rabbit Day arose, nearly a year later, you know I was bitter as all hell, and had no rabbits to celebrate with.
I persevered, nevertheless, thanks to the Instagram bunny filter