When I opened this card, I got a tear in my eye...
Yes, this menacing rabbit might well be the perfect statement to celebrate our love (besides the Big Fuck Off Television that is). You think it's all going to be hearts and bunnies as you stand there in white smiling at the cameras, but you slowly discover that beneath the facade there resides a dark underbelly that can only really be suggested through this disturbing visual metaphor.
Actually, want to know something really disturbing? My son picked out this card with Daddy, and would not leave until this was the one they secured for "Mummy..."
This actually makes me feel doubly proud. In much the same way as when I hear from his teachers that he has been habitually informing others that "Yoko Ono broke up the Beatles.." (He's not yet four... but Daddy's word is Lore)
Ten years after The Old Man and I stood up and said "I do" in a quaint country church in Kent, I am woken by my three-year old crawling across me--carefully maneouvering around my belly. My husband brings me coffee in bed, kisses me, and hands me twisted greetings cards. And I know we're doing all right. We're quite smashing, in fact. Yep. I'm one lucky hussy.