tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292522497169372957.post7091785721796492686..comments2008-09-03T00:19:12.465-07:00Comments on Answers Searching For Questions: Do Not Read If you are Faint of Stomach!Lizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03063861704418570469noreply@blogger.comBlogger2125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292522497169372957.post-76271493432050858052007-04-09T08:04:00.000-07:002007-04-09T08:04:00.000-07:00Am I an utterly terrible friend for admitting that...Am I an utterly terrible friend for admitting that I am cracking up reading this post? You know I adore you and your little family, which makes this read a little more "visual" for me...thanks for that. I think. I do hope Sawyer is okay however and doesn't have a mad case of the sickies or something.<BR/><BR/>As far as the bunny thing...yeah, I can relate. I almost came home with a big, fat, calico guinea pig this weekend.thatgirldinahttps://www.blogger.com/profile/03202856395964222275noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1292522497169372957.post-14271918646991909102007-04-08T11:31:00.000-07:002007-04-08T11:31:00.000-07:00I had a pet rabbit when I was growing up. My brot...I had a pet rabbit when I was growing up. My brother and I were afraid of it. It's nose moved so fast. We were afraid it would bite us. Our mother had to give it away "because I'm damn tired of having to clean out the cage." It seems mothers tend to take care of "the family pet" no matter how much the family protested for the animal to begin with. So good decision. And good for Petco. Responsible of them.CChttps://www.blogger.com/profile/16498153838022801164noreply@blogger.com