Poor rabbit needs a manly name. Of course I don’t declare my fondness for the furry creature out loud and I only show it affection when everyone is busy. At present the fluffy gray fuzz ball is resting beside me on the couch with its legs flat behind him. We’re watching TV, well, the rabbit is watching, I’m just staring at it and not really paying attention. “Hi honey, we’re home,” shouts Loryn as she enters our apartment carrying two grocery bags in her arms. Our apartment? I mean my apartment. As she walks past towards the kitchen I tilt my head back, she kisses my forehead before disappearing. I smile, sometimes I wonder what I ever did without her. “That’s okay darlin’,” she calls from the kitchen with a thick southern accent. “You just sit your butt right there. I don’t need no help.” “Okay darlin’, and when you’re finished bring that butt through here and give me some lovin’,”
