All tagged happy bunny

Baby Bunny

Happy Bunny is pregnant! (For those of you who are confused, Happy Bunny is my best friend. For whatever reason, I paint her in a bunny suit and refuse to admit she doesn't dress that way in real life.) 

Moving To Hamilton: Part 1

I am moving to Hamilton in 3 weeks to make a home with Jay. Happy Bunny is moving to California for the summer to be with Mr. Happy Bunny. My name twin and past roommate Amanda is moving to Philadelphia. It feels like everyone is moving right now. I am beyond excited to move. Make a home with Jay? Have the two cutest kitties ever and maybe add a dog? Have spending money? Join the loveliest and most supportive arts community I have ever heard of? Space for a studio?

Oatmeal: The Homemade Napalm

Welcome to the worst oatmeal experience of my life. 2 Days ago. And no, nobody could make this shit up. It starts with me making oatmeal. In a skirt.

I did all the right things. I emptied the little packets into the bowl. I boiled the water. I added the water to the bowl. I stirred. I grabbed my spoon & oatmeal and walked out of the kitchen.

MISTAKE!

Happy Bunny & Matt: Puppet Edition

Yesterday Happy Bunny got married! Aaaaaaand: finally I can reveal the gift that Jay and I made for them! I figured out what I wanted to make right after they got engaged: puppets of themselves. Back then I hadn't made puppets professionally.

I also had two years ahead of me to figure it out.

So of course I wait until 4 months beforehand to get started.

Before Happy Bunny Gets Married

Happy Bunny is getting married next week. I am trying not to think about it too much in case the overwhelming and conflicting emotions roil up and make me puke or cry or sneeze or laugh. Or ALL OF THOSE THINGS AT ONCE.

I feel like it was only a week ago that we were eight years old, hiding our trolls in the garden so just puffs of fun fur stuck up over the flowers.

You Know What Makes Me Happy? Bonfires at the Beach.

I can't help but post summery posts lately. All I want to do is hang out at the beach and drink pina coladas and blog my happiness with the universe. We had a bonfire last weekend and hung out on the beach with my cousin and her husband and watched the fireworks go off in town. I love bonfires with cousins. I love bonfires with friends. I love the crazy bonfires where everyone is singing and people are wandering off in the dark to pee and nobody remembers anything they did the next morning.

"I Could Throw This At You But Then I Would Have To Kill You!"

Here is "blast from my teenage past" kind of story. I was a bit awkward as a teenager (aren't we all? Right?). I had all the requisite physical parts to be cute (long blonde hair, tall, curvy) but I was insanely clumsy and super shy. The summer that Happy Bunny and I turned 17 we took her red minivan (and Brenna) to the town near my cottage so we could suntan on the beach there and look at the cute town boys.

Last Night I Beat Up A Bridegroom

Last night was Happy Bunny's Bachelorette. I can't really blog about that since bachelorette parties require a sacred vow of lifelong silence. So I will just tell you the vital info you need to understand this story: 1. We went to the Biermarket. 2. I drank half a huge bottle of wild vines directly prior. 3. I wore my hair in a helicopter-style top-of-the-head ponytail that I only remembered AFTER drawing this picture. But for some reason that I prefer not to analyze, people were really into documenting that ponytail. 4. There was a Bachelor Party also at Biermarket with a whole bunch of really tall, really drunk, really happy guys.

Camping in the Side Yard

Every summer at the cottage we kids would be shuffled out of the bedrooms and into a tent or series of tents in the side yard of our cottage. This typically meant that Happy Bunny, Brenna, Jennie and I would fill our trusty tent with industrial-strength sleeping bags, the worst of the cottage pillows and an assortment of folded up blankets, air mattresses and water flotation devices. We would giggle ourselves to sleep telling scary stories, overusing the flashlights, whispering secrets and planning rabid games of capture-the-flag for the next day.

5 Scantily Clad Bridesmaids and a Bunny

Have you ever been bridesmaid dress shopping? They take a bunch of girls, give them next-to-no guidance about fabrics or fits of dresses, let them grab random sparkly things off of racks and racks of sparkly and flowy things and then shove them in a room in the basement for an hour. I think they assume that we will all murder each other and survival of the fittest will decide the dress.

It was AWESOME.