What do bunnies dream?

I have come to the conclusion that bunnies dream of abandoned apple orchards. They dream of gnawing the bark, chewing the dropped branches, and eating all of the apples that drop to the ground with impunity. Perhaps in the wilder bunny dreams, there are abandoned fields of vegetables that are magically tended -- just for the bunnies.

If I pick up an apple and a knife, she's right at my feet. She'll look all cute, stand on her back legs and paw at my calves. Sometimes, she'll nip at my pants. I'll look down at that sweet little innocent face and be suckered into giving her a slice. BAM! She'll wolf down that slice faster than kids on crank. I've now seen her half-asleep trying desperately to eat her apple slice... she's so asleep, curled around her apple slice, sniffing it to make sure it's still there, until she can be awake and eat it.

Pig. With a cute face. PIG!

I'm debating putting a princess costume on her for halloween. A fat, pink princess. HA! Deprive me of sleep will you? At least I'M NOT THE PINK PRINCESS! You know... if I do that to her, she'll eat my soul while I'm sleeping... might want to hang on to my soul for a while longer...

OOOH! You know what happens after halloween, right? NANOWRIMO! Wewt! Come hell or high water this year, book one shall be done. I'm half of the mind to put recipes into the chapter names. Science Fiction, now with more recipes! Well, maybe I'll re-do them after November. No time to think about them now.

I've volunteered some of my time for a worthy goal lately. It's always funny when I volunteer for something. I never know if my advice will be acknowledged or used, although, for every time it hasn't, I've watched the same people I volunteered to help end up paying quite a bit to get the same advice from someone else. That's the part that cracks me up. It's like when I was teaching design -- I'd tell my students what I was testing them for, and they wouldn't listen, and I'd end up having to mark their submissions as failing. Then they'd come after they received their project back and tell me I never told them what I wanted. Of course, then I would dutifully point out their syllabus and the materials packet they received on the first day of class. It was always spelled out exactly what I was looking for in the projects.

Perhaps one day I'll just stop trying to help. LOL. What ya gonna do, eh? Kids these days.