April 30, 2006

It took the better part of three days and 37 cardboard boxes filled with aches to move Laura from one side of London to the other. Her new building is tall and the elevators were booked, so we dragged things up the stairs like crazy people. And in the middle of it all, when our arms were too tired to even flail, we stopped to pick up groceries: bananas, pizzas, watermelons, salami, and a pink bunny.

The bunnies were on sale. We didn’t know how much of a sale since they didn’t have any price tags. Consequently, the lady at the checkout looked at us funny when we made her pick up the phone and ask.

“I have a 12 inch pink bunny here …”

Soon, a clerk swaggered up to the cash register with an armful of stuffed bunnies of different sized. They measured bunnies for a while, before deciding that my particular bunny cost $0.60.

“Deal,” I said, walking with it under my arm.

As it turns out, my pink bunny is the ferocious type. We named him Stew.