An offer I can't refuse.

It has recently come to my associate's and my attention that you prefer the couch to remain intact and free of any offending substances of a decidedly bodily nature.  We're prepared to offer you protection--insurance, if you will--from just such unfortunate occurrences.  An extra scoop of oats apiece is all we ask for our troubles.
In retrospect, it was a mistake to have a Godfather movie marathon in full view of Simon and River.
If my husband and I don't end up sleeping with the fishes, we'll be back on Monday.  Have a great weekend!

Sproing!

River's perfect 4-point binky landing.  Ever the dainty one!

Simon does his dance of joy!

Simon has reached happiness overload with this binky and head-shake combo.  I'm guessing that it's because he has the couch all to himself. 

Deep thoughts.

Simon:  Gee, River, whatcha thinkin'?
River:  The same thing that I do every night, Simon--how to take over the world!

Guard bunny.

Simon takes his role of guard bunny/doorstop very seriously.  Constant vigilance...well, at least when he isn't napping.

Let me help you with that...

This is Simon's version of helping me clean his litter box.  I never knew the trash bag would make such a comfy pillow for him.  Well, it has been a long week so I'm sure he's tired.
On that note, we hope you have a great weekend and we'll be back on Monday!

These are not the bunnies you're looking for.

River:  Uh, everything's under control.  Situation normal.

Me:  What happened?

Simon:  Uh, we had a slight carpet malfunction, but uh...everything's perfectly all right now.  We're fine.  We're all fine here now, thank you.  How are you?

Me:  I'm coming over to investigate.

Simon:  Uh, uh...negative, negative.  Isn't that someone knocking at the door?

River:  Yeah!  You better go answer it...might be a package you need to sign for or something!