
The spring bunnies have invaded my home. I see them hop about everywhere I turn, under furniture, on top of my tea cups, around corners... I'm not talking about Easter Bunnies here. Easter Bunnies are cute, sweet, fluffy and adorable little things. Easter Bunnies are new and bright and white and clean.
The bunnies in my home are evil bunnies. They are brown and grey and lurk about taunting me to catch them, if I can. I do my best to ignore them until they multiply, as bunnies do, and my friends and family must have a bunny intervention with me. My own sister (thank you, Julia) very lovingly pointed one such ugly, evil bunny out to me at a Lia Sophia jewelry party (of all times) where several sophisticated, jewelry buying women turned their heads to see that particular evil bunny in a tea cup. Yes, my family must resort to shaming me for me to take action and repent of my lazy, bunny ignoring ways. The spring sun is shining through my windows as if to put a spotlight on these evil bunnies and motivate me to kick them outside where they belong.
Ok, Ok, I see you bunnies. I hear you, my dear sister, and I will chase the nasty little things out the door. Somehow though, I always miss two, only two, and they always seem to be a loving bunny couple who set about in their evil love to overtake the house again with their offspring. Yet I know I must do this never-ending work because they only taunt me to catch them because they long for the freedom of springtime.
Here are pictures of evil bunnies in my tea cups. The bottom picture is of the particularly nasty little bunny my sister found. I was going to show more pictures of the evil bunnies lurking in my home but they were too fast for me and they got away.
