George

Remember how I mentioned I had a little bunny?  Well he ran away yesterday.  That sneaky little thing actually ran out of the gate onto the road!  All while I was still in the house thinking he was just hopping around the living room.

I panicked, of course, and headed out in my PJs (not to mention without my bra and with little spots of pinkish pimple cream on my face) to look for him.  Thankfully for me, a neighbour 2 houses down the street had picked him up and I managed to get him back.  What was strange was that this neighbour, while returning my bunny to me, wanted to strike some kind of conversation with me at 10 in the evening.  Here I was, in nothing more than my PJs, holding on to my bunny, and there he was asking me about how old my bunny was, what I feed him... I'm grateful, but god I wasn't exactly dressed for neighbourly small talk!  I managed to pull myself and gave my little George a nice spank on his butt, not hard enough for him to actually feel anything, but at least I felt vindicated.