Me and Lady Macbeth... We're like this.

Yes, our Lady of constant hand washing has nothing on me today, in fact I think we're now soul mates in misery as I found myself muttering things like: "Out, damned spot" and "A sorry sight", etc...  And why were my hands so clean today?  Well, mostly because I've been sick and not very attentive our pet Bunny, Miss Tallula.  I have been out of it and just sprinkling more litter atop of her old pooey litter for more days than is right.  My karmic payback is having to clean her pooey hoo hoo.  (I'm sorry, but I cannot call a bunny hoo hoo a vagina or a Yoni or any of the other erm womanly politically correct terms)  She's a bunny, she has a hoo hoo! sigh.  To her credit she just sort of laid in my arms and let me run warm water over her and wiper her up.

How did we discover that the bunny had this problem, you ask?  Well because Harley stepped in a pile of unsavory bunny poo which is mushy and smells gross like regular poo.  He thought it was cat puke, but no no, it was the dreaded sick bunny poo.  So, after I got him in the shower and cleaned his feet, I had to then clean the bunny, her very roomy cage, the rug and the hardwood floors (In two areas).  Did I mention the part about how she laid in it?  Yea, so it was on her tummy too.

If you are still reading, I'm sorry I didn't warn you that this was going to be a beyond distasteful post which serves no purpose other than to illustrate to anyone who is willing to listen how ridiculous life can be at times.  Also, to vent.  I apologize.

G'night, and may you never have to clean sick bunny poo.