He's starting to get awfully big and gangly. His room is a mess: toys and bedding strewn all over. He eats constantly but never seems to put on weight. His attitude, quite frankly, is getting more than a little surly. When you hug him, you can almost hear him think, "Leave me alone, already!" And his, erm, odor is starting to get downright pungent.
It's official: he's turning into a teenager before our very eyes.
Oh, no, not James! I was talking about Charcoal. Or "A.J. Soprano Bunny," as Tom has taken to calling him.
Fortunately, there is an easy remedy for teenage bunny hormonal overload. In about a week and a half, Charcoal will be making a trip to the vet for a little snip and tuck. I highly recommend that Tony and Carmela do the same.
Farklempt: (Yiddish) choked up; emotionally overwhelmed
The other day, I was farklempt when I received this in the mail:
It's a set of handmade stitch markers that read "Black Bunny Fibers." It came in a lovely envelope with an even lovelier card from the AmpuTeeHee. I have always been secretly envious when bloggers like Joe talk about the cool things their readers send them. I am envious no more! Instead, I am grateful and farklempt.