What do you know? I was a productive member of the household for almost half an hour. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher, which also meant cleaning out the sink and throwing away all kinds of foodstuffs left out for the flies to graze upon.

Next time, garbage. No, not Shirley Manson and company, sad to say.

Also next time, pictures. Not of bunnies, sadly (still waiting for Erica to be home for that) but of what happens when plastic utensils are left in an oven when that oven is turned on by someone who didn’t know that dirty dishes were being stored therein. Yeah, it’s kinda neat but mostly just geeky.

And it’s bloggable, which is what this is all about: Finding goofy things to fill 24 hours’ worth of entries. Yeah.

Wendi and the kids have returned. The children are cleaning their room in anticipation of The Great Bunny Photo Shoot, and Wendi’s preparing for her impending DJ gig. Me, I’m chowing on Wheat Thins, drinking Mug root beer, and looking forward to lots of orange juice, corn dogs and chicken.

That’s right. We now how to live, baby.

So I’ve just spent the last twenty minutes trying to take good pictures of bunny rabbits. (Is there some other kind?) I ran out the battery on my camera, and I came away with… lots of blurry pictures. (Or would that be, fuzzy pictures?) Turns out I should’ve listened when my camera told me it wasn’t happy with the range and lighting, eh?

I went in for some re-shoots, and I’m about to go through and pick out all of the usable shots. If all goes well, you’ll get bunny pictures galore with the next update. Hang in there, folks! The bunnies are coming!

After delays and frustrations (and loading Wendi’s van), we proudly present… bunnies!

Don’t worry, bunny fans! More cute pictures will appear over the course of the Blogathon!

I would’ve had a longer, more interesting journal entry here. Really I would. I even said so last time, that there’d be a real journal entry “next time.”

Instead I was on the phone for most of half an hour with Lilith, and dammit if that doesn’t beat typing out an entry any old day. I love talking with her, even if it’s just on the phone and just so she can rant for a while. When that was done, just when I thought it was safe to sit at the keyboard, Mari called! Ah, my dear friends, it’s so good to hear your voices.

I’m thinking it’s almost dinnertime. What do you think?