It's a Rice Crispies Kinda Day

It's kinda gray and dreary in the holler today, but I'm on day 2 of my mini Christmas vacation from The Asylum, so it's all unicorns and dandelions in my little world.

Don't hate me because I'm delusional.

I made a rag pickin' run to Big City yesterday to stock up on books. I forced invited The Amazon to go with me. She was both impressed and disturbed. I came away with a new book stash for my Etsy shop, ranging from the late 1800's to the 1970's:

I love the finding, the selling and the shipping. I dread the photographing, describing and listing. It's just time consuming. But anywho... I'm excited.

I also picked up a cute little spice rack for housing my nail oil supplies, three ginormous spools of decorative thread, a couple of pillows T.A. eyed and this:

I don't know what it's original purpose was, but I've been using a flimsy, disposable, aluminum lasagna pan with holes poked in it with a crochet hook to sift bunny poop to separate it from hay and bedding, resulting in the occasional spillage of ickiness and excessive sweeping of the girl cave. Imagine my GLEE when I found this.. THING.. with perfect BUNNY POOP SIZED HOLES!!!!

Merry Christmas to me.

Why am I sifting rabbit poop you ask? Haven't you heard that I'm selling bunny baked plant fertilizer on the innerwebs? They don't call me the sales ninja for nuthin' ya know.

I rearranged things a little around the cave this morning, wrapped up the last of the pressies and tried in vain to roll T.A. out of bed. I'm not planning to do much else today, yesterday's shopping trip kinda kicked my ass. I was doing the snap*crackle*pop when I got home last night. I'm thinking about using up some of my sizable fabric stash to make some kinda thingie to put around the bottom of Lola's cage, seeing how hay isn't just for eating, sleeping on and peeing in. Apparently it's also for tossing around with wild abandon in an expression of excessive bunny joy and happiness.

Ya'll have a Merry, Happy, Holiday and Everyday.

We'll talk again soon!

Later Taters!

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