Why can’t I be like the Energizer Bunny? I admit before the whole world (well, my readership) that I am jealous of the Energizer Bunny.  It would probably make sense if I were envious of Bunnies from the ’60s and ’70s–those ladies were sexy and had great bodies. It would even be understandable if I were jealous of real bunnies for living easy lives in exchange for simply being fuzzy and cute.  Heck, there’s even reason to be jealous of … Continue reading →