Get it fixed, at your home or ours!

So.

I have shipped off my first order from The Woolery.

Thirty batts. Fifteen Fuzzy Nuggets and fifteen Bunny & The Beast in three luscious colorways that will be exclusive to them. Once it is online, I will post a link. Chris has been very easy and wonderful to deal with, and I hope this is the start of a beautiful relationship.

My entire life has been a series of chance encounters with the odd opportunity taken, instead of going forth from high school with A Plan. My life has turned out well enough, in spite of sloshing around in the ocean of chance. This is just another event, an opportunity taken, after a random encounter.

I used to mourn not going to college, as higher education was not thought to be anything but getting better than one ought to be, according the my father. BS, Bull shit. PhD, Piled Higher and Deeper was his joke. Me being a girl, too, meant even less encouragement than my brothers got. All of us kids could have gone to college for free since my dad was awarded a Purple Heart in 1944, in Germany. No one told us about this possibility.

At age 52, I am so over it. I hate school. I hate outlines and footnotes. I hate bullshit. When I need to learn something, I used to get a book. Now, with the Interwebs, I can watch a video or read the text online. And I love the fact that there is a word for me: autodidact. A self learner. There is so much out there that I still want to know.

Okay, Mr. Maudlin, scram!

In bunny news, Icky Thump's abscess is healing. I was sad that nobody wanted to see the pus photo. Little Sister has also had problems with urine burn again. I think she must have a tail or genital deformity that causes her to have constant wet bottom. I have been checking her and applying anti-robotic to the affected areas for over a week and she is also doing well now.

Little Sister makes me want to rant a little bit about purebred bunnies. She is from a registered breeding pair. Her sister, now called Shirley, has not bred successfully. Another sister, died. The mother died from a broken back. Grumpy Daddy has fathered babies; I'll give him that. But this entire, very expensive, genetic line, has been a huge disappointment. I'm sorry to have paid $200 for the breeding pair and four children. I'd have been really pissed if I had paid $800 for just the breeding pair.

I recently watched a BBC documentary about pure bred dogs, with their limited genetic pool, and the resultant health problems, and I believe that the same is happening with bunnies, especially those bred for show.