There’s a new Baby Bunny in town. And by “town” I mean “the yard.”
So now we have a Baby Bunny, two Teen Bunnies, a Mommy Bunny, and an occasional Daddy Bunny hanging out in the yard.
I don’t know if it’s evident, but this guy is tiny. Like bite-size tiny. Such a cute little fur-ball.
Q:Stranger than our coincidence is that in all of twitter only four people have thought to make some version of the "kate gets to keep he head for having a boy" joke, but everybody on the planet seems to want to make the "hold him up like in the lion king" joke.
That’s either sadly weird or weirdly sad. (I guess Stephen King would tell me to write that it’s sad and weird.)
Marley posted that she was sick of people making a “half-blood prince” joke, but I never saw any of those. I guess it’s a Doctor Who or Harry Potter or Twilight reference. I don’t know. I’ve never seen that stuff. I just count myself fortunate that I follow all the right people.
Great minds or something.
Two things clicked in my head to tweet this:
- A headline about an old tradition of putting out a placard to announce the royal baby reminded me of other old British traditions.
- This tweet:
Why do we need feminism? RT CNN contributor: Kate Middleton “brilliant” because duchess delivered boy in first try http://t.co/oxOepD4vVc— Alyssa Harad (@alyssaharad) July 22, 2013
Do cats withhold their physics knowledge from us on purpose, or is it just that they can’t communicate with us? Is that what they’re trying to tell us when they meow?
"Listen up, High-Pockets: For each action, there’s an equal and opposite reaction."
"Oh, you want din-din?"
"No, you stupid biped bitch, I’m trying to teach you some… Mmm. That smells good."
"You like that? Here you go Fluffy."
"OK, I’ll eat. But after I chow down on this sweet salmon and gravy, I’m going to school you on some cool physics. Well… After I clean myself. Oh, and take a nap. Listen, just remind me where we left off, OK?"
To give your baby lower-fat milk, just stand on your head.
How to Make a Baby by photographer Patrice Laroche and Sandra Denis, the mother of his new baby daughter Justine.
Are they going to stick the air hose up the kid’s butt every couple of months for the next eighteen years?