WHAT KIND OF CANDY ARE YOU?



You're A Sucker!

YOU'RE A SUCKER. YOU'RE A CAPS-LOCK, LEANED-OVER, great big SUCKER!
Little cute thing you could hug all day? Sucker. Beautiful hair? Sucker. Enormous
dinner-plate eyes that plead their case with the tiniest hint of whimpering? Sucker.
You're a sucker, and everybody knows it. Your spine may be straight as the stick,
but your logic as off-kilter as your swirly candy center. S.U.C.K.E.R. That's you.
Best not to have kids, because they can smell a sucker a mile away, and you're the
biggest sucker that we've ever seen. Steer clear of books, CDs, animals, smooth
talking men and hobbies of any sort, because you'll end up dragging them all home
because You.Are.A.Sucker. You don't need lucky numbers. You need an intervention.
Best advice? Buy stock in Dum-Dums..

And so. I am now the mother of the lucky owner of a new bunny.
Why? Because I am a sucker.

I could justify my day up one side and down another. TinyTuna has no pets and no siblings, and a bunny is relatively low-maintenance, cheap and cute and cuddly. TinyTuna could use her new mother-bunnyhood and join 4-H. She could learn life-long skills, make new friends, blah blah blah.

Let's face it. The bunny was cute. The bunny was cuddly. And I'm a great big sucker.

But he IS cute. And cuddly. And the sweetest thing this side of Tunaville. He is a little French Angora buck (boy). He is worthless to the world of "show bunnies" (oh yes...there are such things) because he has a teensy tiny white spot on the tip of his nose. So, no good. TinyTuna fell in love with the idea of loving a bunny who wasn't wanted. She actually held him several times, and was more gentle with the bunny than I think I've ever seen her with another animal. We have borrowed a cage from BS-The Enabler-Tuna, plus some food to get us through for a few days. Tomorrow we scrub the cage, go to the store and get our own pile of food, and begin the long journey of responsibility of animal ownership. TinyTuna claims she is up to the challenge. We'll see what happens tomorrow.

Mr. Bunny's lineage (despite the nose imperfection) is quite fine, with several ancestors winning awards for this and that. We're not interested in a show bunny. We want a soft cuddly bunny with hair perfect for spinning. Our new family member fits the bill perfectly. He was unnamed upon purchase (aside from his marking as "B-41"). His father was "Samson", and his mother was "Lady Godiva". He comes from a long line of well-coiffed monikers. BS-The Enabler-Tuna and I tossed around a few names, and then came up with the perfect name for a beautiful long-haired boy:

Fabio.
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