I've saved the very best for last. This, my friends, is the stuff of nightmares (well, mine at least). Back in the Winter, when we were cleaning out ol' Crazy-Uncle-Stanton's house, we came upon a tchotchke of monumental gorgeous-ness. Believe me, it was one of MANY. That whole time spent in Stanton's house has probably scarred me for life!
O. M. G....I promise.
This guy is going to steal my soul. I can feel his eyes boring into my brain. I thought I'd share my eerie, skin-crawling ordeal with Pappy. I was singing the Peter Cottontail song as I hopped this little masterpiece around the TV table - so he could also imbibe in Mr. Creepy-Ass Bunny's thousand yard stare. Pappy, being Pappy, fixed Mr. Bunny right up....and THIS is what was waiting for me when I woke up that afternoon.
Holy Hell...this is supposed to make it better??
Thank, Pap....if you haven't seen him today, I fixed him up juuust right. Penny wasn't too happy about it, though.
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