Animal wisdom.

I was at Petco last night in an effort to coordinate some errands and pick up dog food at the same time. They had BUNNIEZ!* OMG the kyoot nearly killed me. There was one big, brindle sweetie with enormous feet and the schmoobliest face ever. It was like the Great Dane of bunnies, I tell you.

::sigh:: A swift reality check came in the form of a black lab, slathering and straining to get at the bunnies. I decided to grab a bag of Eukanuba instead. Much more cost-effective dingo food.

Foiled again.

*Please don't get me a bunny. I adore my dog and can't imagine living without a dog, ever, so having a house rabbit is a distant fantasy, viewed through a haze of blood spatter and crippling doses of Benadryl (since I seem to be allergic to the one pet rabbit I know).

Argh.

Just saw a comment on somebody else's journal that really chapped my ass. (Not important who it was...respecting free speech and all, not really knowing this person.) But it totally chapped my ass.

I guess Hillary Clinton said something in an interview about how she'd love spend a quiet Saturday cleaning and organizing drawers...that she'd find it "extremely gratifying." The blogger thought the comment was "stomach-churning" because it "panders" to certain female voters and does anybody believe a smart woman would rather clean on one of those rare, empty Saturdays?

Um, yeah. ::raises hand::
Pandering or not, I do believe it.