Tupid Bunny

My mom would always remind me that when I was a little girl, I would sit on the curb in front of our house - on our side of the street - and throw pebbles at Jimmy, the little boy who lived across the street from us who would sit in front of his house - on his curb and throw pebbles at me.

I was pretty little and although I don't actually recall it, my family has re-lived the story so many times, I feel as though I do.

It appears that I didn't have much patience for little Jimmy. Because with each pebble I tossed, I would stubbornly add the words "Tupid Jimmy" (with a strong emphasis on the T). And, for as frustrated as I was at Jimmy and his pebbles, I still didn't have the sense to get up from the curb and go into our house to avoid the confrontation.

So, often in my "adult" years, if someone would do something we would think was kind of "tupid" - we'd giggle and say "Tupid Jimmy".

When I finished up my odd-shaped-or-no-shape-at-all bunny last night, I don't know why, but the first thing that came to mind was "Tupid Bunny".