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Pastimes : Let's Talk About Our Feelings!!! -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: Krowbar who wrote (44840)	7/11/1999 9:49:00 AM
From: Rambi	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 108807

You are forgiven. No one, no matter how evil, should have to go without AC in Texas heat. I have retrieved the letter to your wife from the mailbox. It was hard too, I almost didn't get out again. Which reminds me of the time that CW had a little bunny rabbit from his Easter basket that he carried everywhere. It was only about three inches tall and for some CW reason, maybe he was discovering gravity and was testing the theory that what goes up must come down only he got confused over the order of events, anyway, he dropped it down a drainpipe in our front yard, where he could see it lying there looking up at him from about 6 feet down. He began crying. So I, resourceful mom, got a broom and tried to slide the bunny up the walls of the pipe close enough to where I could then grab it with the barbeque tongs. Now the neat thing about this bunny was that every time you pushed on its bunnytummy, it played the first two lines of the Peter Cottontail song. After an hour of trying to slide the thing up the pipe, I was so damn sick of that song and the bunny was all muddy anyway, that I suggested we just leave Bunny in his little pipegrave and visit him daily, but CW would have none of that; he wanted his bunny, which was suddenly the most important toy he had ever owned. He was about three I think and he had the idea that we put gum on the end of the broom and stick the bunny. We tried that for a while, but the gum didn't hold and Bunny kept falling back. By now, I'd just as soon not have Bunny- he's dirty and sticky and gross, but CW was adamant and besides, several neighborhood children had gathered around to watch the rescue attempt, so my pride as Best Neighborhood Mom was involved. I got some superglue and put a few drops on the end of the broom. To much cheering, Bunny was hauled out. Only that superglue is really strong stuff and Bunny was now permanently impaled. CW was not taken with my suggestion that we leave Bunny on the broom, sort of a broom figurehead, so I got scissors and finally freed him by cutting some of his furry bunny tummy off. Do you know that stupid rabbit STILL played that stupid song perfectly? Excitement over, CW who has always been an unusually fastidious child, looked at Bunny and said, "ewwww- dirty." and would have nothing more to do with it.