So tomorrow will be Bunny's birthday. Her 9th birthday. I am having a hard time with this one. Let's do the math. She is 9 and it totally just seems like yesterday (heavy on the cheese) that they pulled her red-headed little (and yes I mean little-she tipped the scales at a whopping 5 pounds!) jaundiced pre-mature body outta you know where. That's nine years. Gone. Now there are only nine years left. Only nine years of childhood. Only nine years to be able to teach her everything she needs to know. Only nine years for her to save up a security deposit and first months rent.