Part the Second
Sunday dawned bright and sunny...
Father's Day = Bacon & Egg rolls, sitting on the sun-drenched deck, double-shot flat-white in hand. We are but creatures of habit.
Father's Day presents = Detainee 002 by Leigh Sales (from me, obvs) plus 2 tie-dyed hankies (from the twins - hee!) He was stoked with all pressies. The twins were stoked when he blew his nose on the hankies...
Father's Day extra present = A new batch of baby bunnies. With a mother showing actual signs of a maternal instinct*, having made a nest for the bubskis. I saw a mound of fur and thought an almighty shit-fight must have occurred during the night. MrB is more sensible, aware, and generally less inclined to alarmist dramatics and worked out exactly what had happened. Woohoo!
Father's Day Outing = Watching the Swannies thrash the Hawks. Ha! And also, watching Miss H play Auskick during halftime. Double Ha!
Father's Day frustration = Bulli Pass being closed and having to drive home via the Sea Cliff Bridge. Behind a tosser who drove from Stanwell bloody Park to Thi-bloody-roul at 40 bloody kph. At least I had 'Love Song Dedications: Most Memorable Moments' to keep me amused. Singing Celine Dion and Peter Cetera at the top of my lungs will do that. Singing Celine Dion down the phone to MrB (we were driving in convoy) is even better!
Father's Day Big Fat Downer = Borrowing chloroform from my mother to do what we should have done eons ago... Bye Bye Mr Rabbit. He is resting in peace in the freezer till we have the time to bury him under Miss H's window.
Father's Day = Awesome!
*The first batch of bunnies lasted 2 days, seeing as their mother completely ignored them. Which was sad, but there was nothing we could do.
Father's Day = Bacon & Egg rolls, sitting on the sun-drenched deck, double-shot flat-white in hand. We are but creatures of habit.
Father's Day presents = Detainee 002 by Leigh Sales (from me, obvs) plus 2 tie-dyed hankies (from the twins - hee!) He was stoked with all pressies. The twins were stoked when he blew his nose on the hankies...
Father's Day extra present = A new batch of baby bunnies. With a mother showing actual signs of a maternal instinct*, having made a nest for the bubskis. I saw a mound of fur and thought an almighty shit-fight must have occurred during the night. MrB is more sensible, aware, and generally less inclined to alarmist dramatics and worked out exactly what had happened. Woohoo!
Father's Day Outing = Watching the Swannies thrash the Hawks. Ha! And also, watching Miss H play Auskick during halftime. Double Ha!
Father's Day frustration = Bulli Pass being closed and having to drive home via the Sea Cliff Bridge. Behind a tosser who drove from Stanwell bloody Park to Thi-bloody-roul at 40 bloody kph. At least I had 'Love Song Dedications: Most Memorable Moments' to keep me amused. Singing Celine Dion and Peter Cetera at the top of my lungs will do that. Singing Celine Dion down the phone to MrB (we were driving in convoy) is even better!
Father's Day Big Fat Downer = Borrowing chloroform from my mother to do what we should have done eons ago... Bye Bye Mr Rabbit. He is resting in peace in the freezer till we have the time to bury him under Miss H's window.
Father's Day = Awesome!
*The first batch of bunnies lasted 2 days, seeing as their mother completely ignored them. Which was sad, but there was nothing we could do.
posted by actonb at 3:46 pm
6 Comments:
What a lovely, busy weekend. But I must think sadly about poor Mr Bunny. I propose a minute silence to commemorate the antics and life of the bunny boy.
I will be sure to express your condolences at the burial service this afternoon.
I'm so sorry, I completely forgot to notify the relatives before announcing his sad passing to the media. Please forgive me, KR...
Ah, yes, that ago-old Aussie ritual of euthanasing a rabbit for father's day. Can't really do it on the Easter Weekend, can you?
You couldn't pass John Howard that hankie, could you?
I'm almost afraid to ask why your mum has chloroform, or even where one gets it these days...
Donnie - heh. I totally missed the connection between Father's Day and euthanasing Daddy Rabbit. Whoops! Timing was a bit off there...
GW - My parents were in WIRES and needed the chloroform for offing animals that were too injured to be rehabilitated. And you get it from the pharmacist apparently...
I too was wondering what your mum was doing with a chloroform stash - but I can rest easy (not unlike Mr Bunny).
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