Now if they could only make onesies for grandmas. That would be sweet.

So, I'm calling my mother at complete random earlier, because something stupid happened at work and she's really the only person experienced enough in that sort of thing to understand how fucked up it was. I get over kvetching, and she tells me she can see a jackrabbit noshing on her newly planted mesquite.

She bangs the window. It doesn't leave, or even startle. She slams the front door, and it still doesn't take off. Finally, she tells me she's got to "get her shoes on" to go chuck rocks at the thing. Just to be wholly absurd, I said, "They make shoes for that now? You're going to put on your Rabbit Rocking Stilettos and go to town on its little furry ass?"

Just goes to show you, they make shoes for everything. Sofie should probably look into branching out.

What the hell you doing looking at Feministing, Goober?  That's a lady-place!  Get out of our lady-place!