just doing my part to make a difference in the life of a poor, helpless bunny. that's all i'm doing here.

And if, by making a difference in the life of a poor, helpless bunny, you think I am somehow suggesting that I stand between my cats and the nests of baby rabbits they hunt down and methodically slaughter each and every summer, chasing the larger babies around and around the yard until they leap into our window screens SQUEEING and SQUEEING and SQUEEING their tiny brains into a stroke only to have their bodies devoured and their little, furry noggins left on my welcome mat...

Well, you'd be wrong.

Because who am I to interrupt the food chain? She asks, licking the hot sauce from the best chicken finger sub evah off her fingers and general face area.

I'm saving that bunny, the one down there, trapped in the badge. Megan at Velveteen Mind is totally effing with NaBloBlahBlah this month by twisting arms enticing guest bloggers with tales of fame and fortune. Or traffic. And really? We don't all aim that high, so I'm completely settling for the traffic.

So go check me out.

I'm totally check-out-able.

Or don't.

You should go. Now.

But first, tell me how much you love me.

Then, go read my post, and tell me how much you love me over there.

Then, come back here, and tell me how much more you love me now that you've been over there.

That'd be great, thanks.