There is still no progress on the bunny love connection. We can’t even get a “like” or “tolerate” connection here!

Rowdy, why won’t she like me? Do I have bad breath? No silly bunny, your breath smells like carrots.
The weather has cooled off a bid here in Central Hades Alabama, so the buns spend some much-needed outdoor time every day. Of course I have to keep Graycie behind bars lest she hurt my old man. She taunts him even thru her barred cell, and he seems to relish the opportunity to show off his hard-earned freedom.
Well, maybe not to the DEATH, but when they do come in contact, the fur does fly.
So my giant wasp-stung face reduced in swelling after about 24 hours. Just in time to welcome an old college pal and her daughter for a weekend visit.
Alexandria is an animal lover extraordinaire, and she was in hog heaven playing with my critters.
I got the kid addicted to Fiestaware (my new obsession after the Beanie Baby flames subsided) and we did a lot of flea market activity on Saturday. She spent a little money on some nice, vintage stuff we found in Brundidge, AL. Sorry Donna Jean! A good time was had by all. Alexandra also enjoys cooking and “Mr. Jim” showed her how to deglaze a pan with wine. Aren’t we great influences on American youth? After they left, Sammy had a serious talk with me about how I always neglect her in my blog and never talk about her, or show enough pictures of her. OK, Sammy Girl. These are for you…
OK, Sammy, you want to know why there are so many more photos of your show-off sister Rowdy in my blog?