Hide Your Bunnies!

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Hide Your Bunnies!

I have the greatest kids … flowers, cards, paintings, all this stuff, but I know partially this has to do with my allowing (okay I was ambushed) into letting them get a floppy eared rabbit. (Which explains the Rube Goldberg contraption their dad has been building in the yard.)

Bunny: Fudge, is adorable … then I noticed next to hubby’s desk, a miniature bedroom, for his new Bulldog … again I had no idea. He also has a Hippo head in his man cave, a gift from a hunter friend who spends a lot of time in Africa.

We already have a “dog” (six pounds) that I never even notice, and fish, that I never even notice. The birds, lizards, snakes, hamsters are all gone. My girls want a zoo, “Our plan is to be explorers, wild animal kind, I, (E) will be the boss and A, will be my cabinet. Along with dancing singing, cooking, designing clothes, but those are hobbies.” 

Mother’s Day doesn’t really hold any meaning for  me, but my children take it quite seriously. I am contemplating calling my own mother, but after the, “Hi mom, Happy Mother’s Day … ” unless I quickly hang up, she might go on a rant. “KIDS RUINED MY LIFE and so on.”

I do like her though, she’s very smart, funny and has a few PHD’s; lives on an island. Kind of a dream life. But she finds great pleasure in reminding me that won’t be my world, well, for a good twenty years. 

Glancing through Facebook this lovely morning, there is was … a picture of my son’s ex-step mother who reminds me more and more of Glenn Close. What is humorous is her sell: what a good person she is, how she loves children, encourages young people, goes to India for inspiration. What rubbish. We now know that for many years Glenn abused this little boy, verbally, emotionally, reduced him to tears night after night, now the boy is a man and he remembers all of it. She has no apologies and accepts no responsibilities. An eight-year-old apparently her equal emotional sparring partner. Superior intellect clearly. I didn’t believe in a wicked stepmother myth until she proved the rule. 

The succubus left after getting pregnant from a stranger to her husband’s life and after learning I kept a copy of the death threat she left on my answering machine. My ex, her hubby, took hush money. This house, like the Dalai Lama, might forgive but will never forget. I heard she was in town promoting some BS book nonsense. Put away the pots and pans, lock the kitchen door and keep her away from your bunnies. Don’t let her become your fatal distraction.