Sacrificial Bunnies

This blog is an extension of the Obesity Epidemic blog. Just so you can have a progress report of how our apartment is going in becoming big fat fattys. Actually, the chocolate eating has been slow going and I would like to announce no significant weight gain from our apartment. Regardless some of the bunnies have had to go...

In order to not get too sick of chocolate we have tried to get creative in our forms of eating chocolate. The most recent occasion called for chocolate fondue, and in order to please the fondue gods we had to sacrifice two of our finest bunnies. That night we said goodbye to our snow white bunny and one of our brown chubby bunnies. Don't worry their loss was not in vain, it satisfied 7 hungry girls and was celebrated amongst delicious dipping treats.

Let me present the tale of the sacrificial bunnies:

Hello little bunnies, don't be scared I am not going to hurt you.....

....muahahahahahaha you have fallen for my trickery, and now it will be off with your head (insert sword like slicing noise, or light saber, depending on your sound effect preference)!

Don't worry little bunny this will not hurt one bit....

Or maybe it will (I am not sure if chocolate has feelings, one would assume not, however, I know that bunnies have feelings, so that begs the question; do bunnies have feelings even if they are made of chocolate?) But I digress, back to the point, the little chocolate bunnies are on their way to delicious heaven.

After the breaking of the bunnies this was proceeded by evil cackling by Cassi and myself as we stirred our pots (for better mental visual effect now would be the time to picture us in black point hats stirring our metal cauldrons with giant spoons murmuring something about, "bubble, bubble, toil and trouble.")

OK now I think it is time to pretend that I did not just sacrifice two cute little chocolate bunnies and then talk about them as if I was an evil plotting bunny murderer, lets instead try not to creeped out by me and enjoy the fondue. Mmmmmm yummmmm mmmmmm, among the delicious things we dipped into our melted bunnies, I mean fondue, was: cheesecake, strawberries, bananas, marshmallows, and pretzels. Yes, I know, my mouth is watering too. It was a great and delicious night, even though we had to have a moment of silence for our poor little sacrificial bunnies, they went for a good cause.

The Saga of the Blue Dress

Before leaving Australia I came to possess a beautiful navy blue satin dress (quite fittingly navy blue for its original purposes which I shall explain in further details soon.) I had been dress shopping and was faced with my usual shopping dilemma, I didn't like anything, (I really think that they should just finally design The Lacey Store, where everything is exactly how I like it and just my size.) I had tried on a million dresses and was about to give up when my faithful and quite frustrated shopping companion aka Blaise said, "try this one on it is so pretty." I didn't have the heart to tell her (since I had already put her through picky Lacey shopping hell) that I was about to make fun of it for looking a bit like a blue mermaid hanging from the rack, so for amusement and appeasements sake I agreed to try it on. Me and my bad attitude entered the dressing room, but alas to my surprise I put it on and thought, "hey this is actually not terrible." Blaise absolutely loved it and seeing that it was the most desireable option I purchased it. My real love affair with the dress started when I tried it on for my Mom, who told me her favourite Paris Hilton quote, "that's hot," and proceeded to try to talk me into letting her borrow it already.

Now this was to be no ordinary dress, (well actually maybe, but in my mind everything always needs to be perfect and fit many different situations,) I had so many requirements and plans for this dress. Initially, the dress was purchased to wear at a fancy dress dinner for James' ship, hence the navy blue. However, due to sea schedules or something I can't remember at this point, the fancy dress dinner was not destined to be. The dress then had ongoing plans for a nice night at the theatre, but with work and school conflicts the dress moved further back in the wardrobe (well, not really considering I have a very small wardrobe in my room that does not allow for much movement of clothing, I am merely exaggerating for the sake of descriptive writing.) The dress then had a much more important and formal event to attend, James friends wedding in Malaysia. Alas still the dress was not meant to be due to the inflexibility of the navy and leave dates, so we could not attend, (shout out to Mr. and Mrs. Radford, sorry we couldn't be there it would have been lovely to meet you, p.s. I have been told that Mr. Radford reads my blog so a special shout out to him.) After all these cancellations the dress had started to feel unloved, and I thought that my love affair with the dress was just not destined to be. Until....drumrolllll...I actually got to wear the dress! A rare day was presented by the dress gods; both James and I could attend Wicked! The musical was fantastic, the performers were phenomenal, the singing exquisite, and the stage beautiful (a word of advice, don't read the book before seeing the play, as with most things the story in the book is so elaborate that there is no way to fit it into a short performance.)

Let me present you the main event of the hour...the blue dress:

I hope for many more happy years with this dress (figure and portion control permitting.)