Monday, March 28, 2011

Boy, oh boys

Mom's latest assignment went off without a hitch. Well, that's not entirely true. She had to interview a bunch of frat boys, remember? First the batteries in her tape recorder died, then her pen froze (it was COLD) and she had to keep borrowing lighters to heat it so she could take notes. Lucky for her there were a lot of smokers in the area.

The frat boys were all quite friendly and helpful, and Mom got some great material. But she didn't remember the cardinal rule, which is "go before you go". She had to use the bathroom at the frat house. Mom's skin is still crawling. 30 guys and one toilet? You can imagine the carnage. She didn't remember the second rule either, which is "pack your paper". There wasn't a shred of toilet tissue to be found. Live and learn, the hard way.

Her next job also involves college students, but these ones will be cleaner (she hopes) and it will be much warmer (she hopes) and she will come prepared (still hoping). There's a big charity walk-a-thon on Sunday and Mom has to explore the scene and take pictures. It comforts her to know that we'll be snug and safe at home, waiting eagerly for her return, regardless of how many misadventures she has along the way.

Friday, March 18, 2011

Taste of spring

Mom went to visit Granny yesterday and came home with a whole trunk load of applewood branches! They are the perfect size to gnaw on and loaded with tasty nublets. Kenzie and I wasted no time digging in. Mom says we have to share with the sanctuary rabbits. As a rule, I am opposed to the "S" word but suppose in this case I can make an exception.

In other news, Mom has been busy with her new job, which means she is hogging the computer and using up all my internet time. This may be the last you hear from me for a while. Last week she interviewed a group of senior citizens about new technology, and this week it's a house full of frat boys who are hosting a charity event. Mom is excited about those frat boys. She's planning to wear a new sweater and her good bra. I hesitate to remind her that she is old enough to be their mother. Mom can be rather touchy sometimes.

As for Kenzie and me, we're continuing our assault on the sofa springs. Mom erected a feeble barrier, but mere cardboard and duct tape are no match for two determined bunnies! Mom hears us rampaging and just whimpers. She tries to convince us that "neat" and "tidy" are desirable qualities and ones we should aspire to. I say what good is a living room without upholstery bits strewn from wall to wall? She should at least be impressed by our work ethic.