saboteurs!

In an unfortunate turn of events, BAB's family now refers to me as Uncle Julie. Far from being a term of endearment, it is used synonymously with "Dipshit." As in, "Thanks a lot, Uncle Julie. You ruined yet another family get-together."
little do they know that one day they'll enter their home with an ominous feeling and notice a pot boiling on the stove. and they'll look at eachother, like, "What the?" and fear will build in their cruel hearts as they inch closer to the foul smelling pot, and a child's cry will come from outdoors, warning them that their pet bunny is missing from its cage. and just as they lift the lid with trepidation - the doorbell will ring, and i will be on their front step with Mr. Cottontail, who i found down the road, and a festive wreath for the holidays. and then they'll feel really shitty.