BUNNIES

I'm at about 97% on the health-o-meter. Which essentially means that all I'm carrying around with me that amounts to sickness is a slight fog just behind my forehead.  I was able to sleep soundly last night, which really is a blessing since I haven't slept a lick in the last week.  

However, as I was happily sleeping, my phone screamed at me  "Hello Moto!" at promptly 6:50 AM.  

Are you kidding me.

It was Mom, surrounded by a cacophony of other female voices. "Brandon, I'm just down the street and I just want to tell you that I love you very much and wanted to ask you if you would bring the fishing net to me. And a few boxes, too."

What.

While my mother and her friends were walking, they had come across a...herd...group...whatever, of bunnies, one of which had a broken leg.  Thinking it would be noble to save them, they called me and the husband of one of the other ladies. 

So now we have five bunny-rabbits chillin' in our backyard. Oh, they're quite domesticated, and oh, they're quite soft and cute.  They also hate living in a cage, as I can imagine.  If I were one of them, I'd be trying to get out too.