kill the bunnies

Was I really ever gone? Things seem to be picking up right where I left them. As I drive up to my parents house on Ideal Ave, a gravel road- I slow my car down to avoid hitting cows crossing the road, pheasants, geese & goslings, skunks, cats and I have to swirve around that HUge tractor. A skunk lives at the end of our driveway and makes its way up into our yard sometimes. I put a rabbit decoy out just yesterday in our garden to try and keep the rabbits out, but luckily the neighbor tomcat that comes to empregnate our "mama kitties" is currently hunting them. My mom and I could hear them (the bunnies) talking amongst themselves this morning in our grove of trees- obviously warning each other of the predator. (if you haven't had the pleasure of hearing rabbit talk, its sort of like a high whistle/scream) Never thought rabbits would be my problem, but when I can walk out 50 feet from the house to pick lilacs and see 3 of them scurrying away... I think how I could make them for dinner. I mean, not trying to be cruel here.. but if they will start eating on my basil and rosemary, it won't be pretty for them.
As for my newest job, the Biscay Liq- its going quite well. Besides running into people everyday that I know, or should know, or that know me... it pays. And right now, thats what I'm after. I can usually avoid head-on collisions with old classmates in the grocery store or church, but at the Biscay Liq, theres just no avoiding them. However, I can be busy and move on rather quickly. 6 miles, 8 1/2 minutes and 2 or 3 songs and I can make it home- this time frame really saves me cash for filling my tank. I am looking forward to when the bands come in to play at the bar, where I will be overwhelmed with drunken, tipping customers. Not exactly looking forward to the puking part of it... that was one of the first things my boss let me know about- where the stuff was to clean up the puke. It took me by surprise, because of course when going out for the last 2 years in South America and Eastern Europe- you just don't witness that sort of thing. People don't drink to get drunk, and certainly they end long before vomiting takes over their body. McLeod County, Minnesota is quite different. I even am required to serve pregnant women alcohol, its considered discrimination if I refuse. So thats the skinnny, I will be cleaning up vomit, chatting with idiots who don't know where South America is, and giving unborn babies the chance to deform themselves while still in the womb. What a life, where have my morals gone... they must be lost in my bills.