That One With the Adorable (Killer) Bunnies
Once upon a time, my friend gave me a title for my future autobiography. It is perfect. It is, simply, “Phone Calls to My Husband”. The calls I’ve made to him over the years are nothing short of spectacular. These are actual sentences I’ve said over the airwaves: “Hey, so…I accidentally cut off our dog’s tail and the duct tape isn’t holding the tube sock bandage.” “I’ll be late because I have to stop by a random lady’s house to pick up a craft Beckett lost in a parking lot that she posted about on Facebook.” “The doctor said my neck is fine but I have a bird poop in my lung.”…