Isn't it exciting? Francis feels well enough to get up on the fridge to eat! Of course, the irony is that the cat food is up on the fridge because it's the nonbunny food, and now he feels well enough to eat it, which he is not supposed to be doing. As soon as I saw him up there I filled the bowl with the 8 million dollar bunny food and now everyone is feasting on it.
Great.
Winston, who gleefully eats bunnies outside all summer long, does not like it in a can version, so I had to sneak him his dry food in the food closet, here. Could life be more chaotic?
Anyway, I can't talk to you, girl. I am driving to an undisclosed location to meet a regular blog reader and commentor for lunch! It's all so exciting. She does not live in North Carolina, but she is here this weekend and we are having a romantic get-together in a matter of hours.
I have no idea what Ima wear. Probably something that makes me look fat, as there is no choice in the matter. She'll be all, Why is Mama Cass coming through the crowd, there?
Then tonight I have book club with Faithful Reader Laura. Has my blog become my life? Is this bad?
Tomorrow I will reveal my lunch date, and all the sick details of our luncheon.
I hope they serve canned bunny.
