Couldn't Be Happier

So here's a window into life at dawrighthouse.

G and I have both been sick all week. Like, going to bed at 7:00 sick. Like, cancelling all fun activities sick.

But guess who went to the doctor this morning? I'll give you a hint. Not us.

Don't worry! She's not sick. It was just a check up.

Her vet cooed at her and cuddled - yes, cuddled - while he checked her ears and teeth and tummy. He whispered sweet nothings to her and then we paid the bill. Life is so unfair.

All is well with Lucy! We're waiting on the results of blood tests, but her doctor's words were, "I couldn't be happier."

She gets all curious when we leave the house, and we take advantage and try to get as many bunny lovin's as we can.

Want to see something that will slay your heart? After they took some blood, they gave her a band aid! See it?

If you give a band aid to a rabbit, shouldn't you call it a bunaid? She finally chewed it off, and they had wrapped cotton around her paw underneath it. Good Lord, she's pampered.

We stopped at Sonic afterwards (of course) and all shared breakfast burritos.  Not a bad view from the car.

Not that anyone cares, but G and I are still sick.

I may or may not have have napped for like 10 hours on the couch today while reading my last novel for Fem Thought.

3 papers down, 1 enormous paper to go.

Also, I'm grading. Again. And then it will be finals. So, you know, more grading.

But that's ok because we watched a killer episode of Orphan Black tonight.