There really is a bunny in this picture. He's just a little bitty bunny, and he lives in our raspberry patch. It's fun to look for him in the morning when I leave for work; sometimes he's out then. I scared him the other day, and he's too young to really know what to do, so he just kind of jumped spastically in circles for a minute.
Our raspberries are growing and growing. Thank goodness for Greg and Sara Feinburg, who gave us a short primer on what to do with them in the fall. Greg also spent some time telling us which plants were weeds. Handy folks, those Feinburgs.
It's been much too hot to do anything but the most pressing house projects. Like, fix the leaky drain pipe so that it doesn't dump dirty water all over the basement. That will get fixed tomorrow, and then we'll be able to wash our dishes again. Hurrah! Thankfully, the bathroom sink still works fine, so when I need to wash red wine out of my white shirt, I can do that. It's times like this that I really miss the backstage work. Red wine + black shirt = who cares?
3 comments:
you named the bunny josh?
Heh heh. It's a joke about Tabetha's boss, Josh, who unknowingly has the nickname Little Bunny Fufu. Not from Tab, from one of her other coworkers.
ouch. that's not a good nickname. when i was 10 or so, we made up variations of that song about our bus driver, kurt. he ran over my friend's mailbox and didn't tell the parents, just got out of the bus & tried to prop it back into the ground. ha.
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