Our hoomin disappeared for a half a day and came back smelling like strange rabbits. Twotimer! Something something about visiting with one of the rescues at a meet-and-greet. He better have something yammeh in store for us. We "might," I repeat "might," consider forgetting about it.
Well, maybe he can't get enough bunns around him these days. There were some layoffs at the tar pits. He says our salad supplies are not in any danger, but you know how things can turn on a dime.
On a lighter note, the Southeast Bunfest is coming up, (Apr. 27th, Stuart, FL) and he said he's going, Stars willing, of course.
We'll keep you posted,