Mud Bunnies

So Ike figured out the jumping thing. I suppose I shouldn't be as surprised as I was, given that he is a rabbit. That sort of thing comes naturally to the species, I think. It's just that he's so small! I thought it would be days, maybe weeks before he could clear a seven inch barrier. I was wrong. A few hours ago, I was lying in bed, sick and feeling sorry for myself when there was an especially loud thump coming from the direction of Ike. Startled, I sat up, turned on the light, and there he was, sprawled out on the floor looking slightly dazed. All of his bones are intact, I checked, but I'm going to have to get a more secure home for him right away. There's no chicken-wire or screens in my apartment (a fact which usually pleases me) so I had to improvise when it came to escape-proofing his current residence. For now, there's a colander upside-down on the tank, weighed down with books. Kind of ghetto, but it works. At least Ike can breathe in there.

I'm missing a mud-wrestling match tonight. My neighbor, Sooz, is one of the wrestlers and I'd been planning for weeks to attend and support but this plague I've got has knocked me out cold. Instead, I lent her my video camera and helped with costuming. Since this is all-girl mud wrestling, we had to assume that there would be wardrobe malfunctions. This meant making sure that all essential lady-parts were covered and secured. The bottom half wasn't a problem - bathing suit bottoms are nearly impossible to tear - but we had to figure out what we were going to do with her nipples, should they decide to make an appearance. The obvious choice is tape - you know, the wide black kind; just make a couple of 'x's and she's ready to go. Unfortunately for us, we have no wide black tape so we used a handful of band-aids, instead. This worked, but the band-aids matched her skin tone exactly and it looked kind of creepy. Inspiration struck. I grabbed the nearest Sharpie and drew big black 'x's on her boobs, over the band-aids. Perfect.
And then it occurred to both of us that she would be mud wrestling. In mud. Thick, sticks to everything, BROWN mud. If her top did get torn, everything from eyebrows to toes would be caked in brown mud anyway. All that effort and brain storming was for nothing. But hey! At least I can say I drew on her chest. We'll always have that little gem of an anecdote.
Sooz is super-excited and I'm kind of sorry that I'm going to miss it. I've never seen mud-wrestling before and while it isn't high on my list of Things To See, I really enjoy my neighbor and it would have been fun to see her having such a blast. At least there will be video.

Cough. Cough. Sniffle.

I have the plague. It is the sore throat, aching muscles, pounding head, you name it, I'm suffering with it, plague. I blame this entirely on my neighbor. He was snuffly and cranky all last week and yesterday, my throat was suspiciously scratchy. I woke up today feeling like I'd been run over by a truck. In his defense, the neighbor brought over some ibuprofen and made toast for me. He may be the cause of my misery but at least he's trying to help. Unfortunately, the rest of the day is already shot. I'm going to have to lie down,, read some books, drink lots of water, etc., etc., etc. It's a big weekend coming up and I'd like to be well enough to handle it.

Ike the Rabbit seems to be adjusting well. He's in a small aquarium right now, well insulated with paper and hay and stuff. He's got lettuce, carrots and fresh water in there and I'm taking him out and letting him roam when I can watch him. He tried to bust out of the aquarium a few times last night and early this morning - the sounds of paper rustling and frantic paw scrabbling woke me - but until he either grows a couple of inches or learns to jump, the aquarium will hold him. I'm going to buy a proper pen for him next week. He seems pretty happy, though. At least, I think he's happy. It's kind of hard to tell.

My latest BFF

I have a rabbit. Or, more specifically, a bunny. The local Crazy Cat Lady showed up today with this little boy bunny and made me fall in love with him. Frankly, I'm terrified. I've never had a rabbit and I have no idea what to do with this one. But he is a handsome fellow.
The Explosive Neil just called and when I told him the news, he said, "You know how I feel about rabbits. Didn't you ever see Bunnicula?"

Apparently, that's what I have to look forward to.

Starting all over again

If you're wondering if this is me, it is. Hello.
I'm leaving LiveJournal for Blogger. It wasn't an easy decision to make. After all, the two of you who actually read this blog (you know who you are!) knew where to find it. Half of you (Hi, Marcelo!) had it scroll up right in your friends list. You didn't even have to try! Now, if you're on LJ and you'd like to know what I've been up to lately, you'll have to come all the way over here to find out. Sorry about that. If it helps any, I can pretty much garuntee you that my life over here will be just as boring as my life over there was.
Honestly, though, Blogger is sort of magical. I don't have to pay a squillion dollars to personalize this thing, change my template or upload photos, and I can add all sorts of cool gadgets to my sidebars. Gadgets, people. Gadgets! Can you blame me for jumping ship?

I'm not going to delete the LiveJournal account - at least, not now - so if anyone is really that curious, or wants to stalk me, the last five years of my Very Boring Life are posted there. Same username. Knock yourself out.