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!!!"