Dere. I fixed my commint fing so dat now enny commints will show up rite away. Fanks, Mr Bean. I didn know how it werked till you told me I shuld habba wook attit. Hope you're feelin bedder tiday.
Dat's da fing, you godda always be wearnin. If a day goes by dat you don wearn sumfing, guess whut? Den you cant's wearn to spot a dissaster inna makin.
Ennyways, Maman sed I hab to take a bay-kay-shun frumma blog till Monday. Not cos I am goin ennywheres, I am not. Bud she an Dadda are goin away for da week-end an dat means dat she won't be heer to help me post my blog.
Our Warren's gonna be hangin oud. Yeah. 'Scuse my enthusyasim.
Sistah's comin ober to stay an bwingin her friends. So dere is gonna be moobies an chips an dip an veggies an dip an more moobies an sweepin wate an mac an cheese for dinner. We will hab wots ob run-time anna WOT ob smooshie time cos ebberybunny is gonna fink we're cute. Dey allus do.
Dat's da fing. Sistah an her friends habba tend-dancy to go all stoopid when dey see us. Not dat dey ARE stoopid, dey just GO dat way when dey see us. When dey aren't aroun bunnies, wun ob sistah's friends issa biznizz manager for a hotel anna nudder wun issa hex-ray teknishin fora hospiddle. Sistah, herself, issa offis manager fora hoomin V-E-T office. Dey are not stoopid gurls, bud wet dem see a bunny an dey go all stoopid.
Dey all come to da Bun Room door. Now, bemember, dey hab been here wots ob times... bud dey ged toda door an alla sudden, wun obbem screams, "AWWW, WOOK ATTA BUNNIES!"
Well, whut da heck did you fink you was gonna see in here...ollyfants?
An den da udder wun yells: "WOOK HOW MENNY OB DEM!"
Wookit, wady, dis issa Warren. Dere are eight ob us. Dere was nine wast time you was heer, bud SnoBall has gone to da Bridge so dere is axtchually wess ob us. Can't'chu count?
An den da big wun, "OH WOOKIT! HUNNY'S STILL HERE!"
Yeah, wike he had sum pwace to go. At his age.
An dey scream so woud, dat ebben Hunny who is as deaf assa post can heer dem, an since he's not used to hearin ennyfing, he panicks an scoots innu da witterbox, fallin ober Poet an scatterin pooties all ober.
So whut issit aboud us bunnies dat turns reasonable wimmins innu stoopid gurls?
An Sistah wonners why I gib'em da RBB. An ebben dat don werk too gud, cos I gib dem da RBB (da Royal Bunny Butt, you'll bemember) an inbaryably, Sistah skoops me up an holds me wif my butt inna air (yeah, dis is RILLY diggyfied!) an says, "Oh don't mind Belinda. She's such a bitch!"
An she wonners why I pee on'em.
Whut I wanna know is why dey giggle, squeel an run when I do.
An den why, if I'm sucha bitch, do I ged alla kissy-faces frumm'em? Most hoominz reelize dat geddin peed on dat way is NODDA complymint (id is iffa bunny sprays you, bud I'm NOT sprayin dis shower for ownership, NO WAY!) bud you'd fink dey'd be bwight enfu to figger dat oud, bud no. Dey fink I wanna pud my nose up dere wips fora "kiss"! An den dey wonner why dey god furs stuck to dere wipsticks.
I'm tellin you, dere is wun brain-cell in dis gwoup an its on time-share.
So it's gonna be a wong week-end, now I god Sistah anna pootie-war wif Mouse goin on. Pwobabwy won be time forda blog ennyways. Maman sed it is Balentines Day which is why she is takin Dadda away. I dunno, bud I'm nod gonna do my hed in ober it.
Assit is, I bedder go woad up on hay an tank up on wadder, cos I'm goin to need to be full. I kin see dis comin an it's god "dissaster" typed all ober it.