I've been disturbed lately by my cats attacking the baby bunnies in my yard. Bunnies have the most blood-curdling screams when under attack, it's surreal. You can't stop hearing it even after the screaming stops. And they're so cute and soft and it makes me so sad when Midnight and Fluffheart get a hold of one. Twice this week I had to interrupt their stalkings and rescue a bunny. I think im going to get them collars with bells on them. Give the little guys a chance.
I've had a headache non-stop for three days because of all these little golden Lindt bunnies all over the house. They're delicious and velvety and creamy ... and my insulin-resistance means that they make me feel awful. Why can't i resist them?!?!?!?!
So the men from Reload (reloadcincy.com) called me yesterday and may need me to replace Cindy. Her health has been getting worse. I feel so badly for her! Let's keep it hush hush though, it's not a done deal.
My ex husband posted an entry on a Facebook Dayton Musician's group page that I found thought-provoking. He complains of the lack of "scene" in the area and the ensuing conversation points out that both bands and venues are failing in their promotional duties. Bands arent self-promoting and venues aren't advertising. He's totally right.