My got another rabbit.
I swear, guys, it is a constant battle around here. I live in the suburbs, just south of , and the population of Eastern Cottontail hopping around my neighborhood is out of control.
You know that phrase “f—ing like rabbits?”
Well, it makes sense. Because these little bastards reproduce at an alarming rate. They are everywhere. Thank goodness I don’t have a garden. It would just be an all-bunny-can-eat café. And in the spring and summer, we’re constantly scanning the looking for new nests.
Not because we aren’t willing to share our yard with rabbits. But because our German Shepherd happens to think rabbits are tasty.
Basically, this is him all day:
Up until this morning, I’ve managed to keep the rabbits safe, for the most part. Sure, Rocky fixates on them from his favorite couch spot near the window, but he’s only ever snagged one that I know of. That was about a year ago when I caught him with a furry leg sticking out of his mouth on the back deck.
But today I strolled outside with my coffee to find Rocky staring fixedly into the fire pit. I knew there must be a critter in there. But before I could call him off, a tiny baby bunny popped out between the bricks, and Rocky snatched it up instantly. As I hollered for him to drop it, I heard a loud squeak. Then he dropped it into the grass and came back to the house.
S—.
I closed the door and waited for my husband to wake up and take care of it. I’m not really a strict gender roles kind of gal. But when it comes to removing dead wildlife from the yard, that’s a man’s job, baby.
Now, I just gotta figure out what we’re going to do with the tiny rabbit still hiding out in the fire pit.
You know, the crazy thing is, Rocky is uber friendly with other dogs. He gets along with every dog he’s ever met â even pocket-sized Chihuahuas. But when it comes to rabbits and squirrels, he’s a heartless killer. It’s weird how dogs know the difference.
And now after that uplifting tale, who’s ready for some Nightcaps? Pour one out for Peter Cottontail and let’s get going.
Glory, hallelujah.
Look, I know the Knicks are probably going to end up winning the championship. But as a Pacers fan (and, therefore, a certified Knicks hater) I take joy in watching their 13-game win streak snapped and every celebrity celebrity row spending tens of thousands of dollars to watch them take an L. The fact that they may not get to hoist the trophy at adds an extra bit of sweetness.
Talk about some sore losers, though.
Sheesh.
If you are a Knicks fan, though, may I suggest some (possible) championship gear for the special lady in your life?
Apparently this particular ensemble was inspired by something the brand’s founder spotted in luggage that she posted on her Instagram story. (Don’t ask me, I just work here.) And now, Karl-Anthony Towns’ fiancée, Jordyn Woods, has his number embroidered on her blue and orange panties.
By the way, brilliant idea for SYRN lingerie line: football-themed matching sets. Nothing tacky with a bunch of logos or anything! But just some lacy bras and panties (Ã la the example above) featuring color combos of NFL teams and maybe some college, too â just in time for Fall. Get a few WAGs to model, and boom. A gazillion dollars.
And then be sure to hook me up with some swag, Sydney.
I’ll still be sad every Sunday, but at least I’ll look hot.
While we’re on the topic of WAGs, I have to discuss the rumors circulating about Taylor Swift and Travis Kelce’s upcoming nuptials.
Right now, it’s being reported that the two will get married over Fourth of July weekend at …Madison Square Garden.
You have to be kidding me.
Listen, let me start by saying my wedding was an amazing and beautiful and perfect day surrounded by all my favorite people. I’d relive it a thousand times if I could. (The next day was a different story. You can <a target="_bl
