Backstreet's Back

Somewhere - probably in a box at my parent's house hidden in the basement - there are videos of my twelfth birthday party. My friends and I all pinky swore, crossed our hearts and promised on our lives to never show those videos to anyone. EVER.

I kept my promise. But at this particular moment in life, I'm wishing I could share them with you.

Thank goodness they're 1,000 miles away. 

You see, we (and probably every other group of pre-teen girls in the early 2000s) liked to make our own  music videos. We'd dress up like our favorite boy bands (drawn on goatees included), choreograph their latest single and practice until we had it down pat. Then we'd record the masterpiece, do a wardrobe change and start on a Britney or Christina inspired performance. We'd stay up until the wee-hours of morning making sure every part was perfect before we finally watched the finished project and hit the hay. 

This past weekend, it all came rushing back to me: every single perfectly choreographed move of I Want It That Way.

Yep. The Backstreet Boys came to OKC and I was lucky enough to see them live. 

[cue twelve-year-old screaming and jumping up and down]

Please excuse the awful Snapchat quality video. Priorities, man.

Nick Carter is still just as dreamy as he was circa 2000. What a total babe. I'll show him the shape of my heart any day.

They still knew every single dance move, too. Don't let their age fool ya. 

Our inner-pre teen might have gone a little crazy when the boys came on stage..... And that's fine. Its not every day your childhood dreams come true. 

Can I get a "Backstreets back?" ...... alright!


Chloe, Rabbit Slayer

Ah, the face of an angel.

Or a killer. It's whatever.

This spring, baby bunnies have been abundant in my 'hood. I love sitting at the kitchen table and watching them hop around my yard while I eat dinner. They're so tiny and cute with their cotton tails bouncing through the clovers and their little bunny noses wiggling non-stop. They make me smile and giggle.

Chloe likes them, too. They're fun to play with. They're quick and agile, two things Chloe is not, so chasing them is a never ending game for her. Sometimes we see them while we're out for a run. Containing our excitement is not a strong suit....

"Shhh, be vewy vewy quiet. I'm hunting wabbits."

Oftentimes while mowing my lawn, my shins get pelted with rocks, sticks or chew toys, courtesy of Chloe. She does a good job of hiding them, I'll give her that. Halfway buried and covered with grass weeds, no one will be able to find them or steal them from her. I always do a walk-through before I start mowing as a feeble attempt to avoid shin bruises.

Yesterday on my walk-through, I saw something fuzzy. I went to pick it up, assuming it was a toy.

It wasn't.

It was a baby bunny. A dead baby bunny.

I screamed a little, jumped back, ran inside and called my knight in shining armor to come pick it up because obviously I couldn't bring myself to do it. I guess Chloe's speed and agility has improved as of late... Must be all those episodes of Full House she's been watching. Comet is an inspiration!

Holding back tears, I said a few words as we buried the bunny under a tree. I hope it lived a happy life. Rest in peace, Little Bunny Foo Foo. I'll never forget you.

Chloe got the silent treatment from me the rest of the evening. She will now forever be known as "Chloe the Rabbit Slayer." She's pretty proud of herself, to say the least.

In other news, I'd like to give two-thumbs up to Nex-Gard, the best tick medicine in the world. The
Rabbit Slayer has been 100% tick-free for two months now (something I thought we'd never accomplish).

After trying every tick remedy known to man with no luck at all, I begrudgingly spent $120 on the newest, chewable tick preventative that promised results. I expected nothing from it, but within a week The Rabbit Slayer was completely tick free! It was worth every single penny.

It doesn't hurt much that there is a Bernese Mountain Dog on the box, either. I think its a sign....don't you agree?
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