Bunny see, Bunny do......

Brady was chillin' in the tube, maybe even trying to hide from you-know-who, but he wasn't doing such a good job. As you can see, his little butt was hanging out. Here is he from the front--cagey little fella.
Pebbles was dying to get in as soon as she saw Brady was in there. I think I sort of had a hand in that. Oops! Hopefully, Brady will get over it. As it is, I learned that he was ticklish yesterday, or at least I think he is. I was cradling him and rubbing the bottom of his feet and he was twitching like crazy. I couldn't imagine it hurt and would feel terrible if it did, so I just wrote it off as him taking after his Mommy who has feet so ticklish the mere thought of them being skimmed by a human hand makes me tense up.

I don't know if there's anything worse than being criticized other than having to admit that what you're being criticized for is right on. Take this box under my sewing table. It's holding a collection of 18 empty thread spools. Are these recycleable? I don't know. Do I have some weird craft planned for these? No. Will they be worth something someday? Definitely not. I'm just a big dork who keeps everything, is criticized for it, and is owning up to it!While I was upstairs with the bunnies today, I made this. It has pale yellow handles, lining, and back. What's best about it though is that little bow. I love bows.