Little Blogstrette on the Prairie.

Today was a monumental day at the Bunny Ranch. Channeling her inner Betty Crocker, Liz ventured to make bread, because rations on the Oregon Trail seemed to be low...

Whatever.

The other high point of this day was seeking out the bunnies' special hay and food. If you thought only cats or small children were picky about their food, then you are terribly mistaken. The bunnies... *ohsweetjesus* the bunnies will only eat a specific type of hay *and* food. Oxbow Timothy hay and pellets to be precise.

...

THEY WILL SHIT ON ANYTHING ELSE YOU SET IN FRONT OF THEM. LITERALLY.

Naturally, to obtain their hugely necessary provisions,  a visit to the Petco twenty miles away from Bowling Green was made. Because *heavens* forbid they be forced to choke down anything else that is graciously provided for them. They hay was in stock, but...

no pellets.

...

shit.

As conniptions were had by all, Liz contacts the nearest salesperson to explain her first world problems regarding the bunnies. A minor setback, but they will carry said godforsaken pellets if we ask. Nicely.

To cap off the night, Gary and Liz made a fabulous curry with a slough of veggies obtained from a local farmer's market on the way back from Petco. For now the bunnies will have to survive with only hay and fresh greens...

I, however, am attempting to catch up on every episode of "The Office" while jamming over a thousand years of music history down my throat. Guido d'Arezzo can take his hand and shove it up his ass.

Yours fabulously,

Lady J.J.