strredwolf | Take the bhunny and run.

Today we had a relatively good dinner at an Annapolis Ruby Tuesdays -- relative because the food was great, but stuff was misleading. I mean, the sign says "IMMEDATE SEATING" ... just not for nine people in a party. Um, yeah. That, and the hit of smoke (cigarette smoke) hitting my face when I enter the door isn't helpful ether. (A small note, I don't smell smoke. With my tobacco allergy my eyes feel it first.) Oh, and the lighting was so dim that mom and bro-in-law wanted to bring in their own lamps. I need to build a light for my laptop. All I need is 5 volts out...

But we had to go back after dinner and pick up a chocolate bunny, about 1.5 feet high, while dropping some unused diapers the neices had grown out of. To that, dad and I started joking. "Oh oh take the bhunny and run." "We don't need no steenkin' dypers! Give us the bhunny!!!" "It's the bhunny or your life!!!"