The Journey

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One more time

Isn't he adorable? The sweetest little bunny is living under our deck. I'm calling him Bunny after my best friend from college.

Nobody ever said said I'm original...

And Bunny's not even afraid of us. I got within six feet of him, snapping pictures every few seconds, before he moseyed on away.

Unfortunately, we found the second half of his sibling, after finding the first half a few days ago. Poor thing. Don't know what did it, but it made me sad. There's a good reason wild animals should be fearful and hide.

So tonight Davey was out cooking me a steak on the grill, and guess who's back... that's right, Mr. Woody. He's been visiting our yard for the past few years. You can see his picture and read about him here, and here, and here, and here.

I haven't seen him yet, but he apparently strolled right in under the fence in the corner of the yard. Davey chased him away, but I'm sure he'll be back.

So far Bunny hasn't eaten much, mainly just the nice new grass. No problem. But if Mr. Woody starts chewing up our plants again this year, watch out!

Tunnel of Love

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What a disappointment

As my two or three followers know, I'm a reader of romances, and I was thrilled to get the latest Nora Roberts book from the library. I dove into it, expecting the usual heart-warming story that I've come to expect from the best-selling romance writer in the world.

The book took place in a small town in Maryland, and was about the rehabbing of a historic inn. I finished the book, and yeah, the romance part was good, but I was a little bored by all the inn construction details. I wondered if the place she described was a real town, and Google told me, yes, it's a real town and there's a real inn with the exact same name as the inn in the story, and, oh surprise surprise! It's owned by NR and her family, who rehabbed it

I feel cheated. The whole book is really a 300-page marketing piece for her inn. And there are thousands of NR fans that will happily pay the $250-300 a night to stay there, just to say they did. And walk across the street to the bookstore in the story, which is an actual bookstore of the same name, owned by NR's husband. Oh yeah, and fans can't miss the pizza place from the book, which, OMG! is a real place of the same name, coincidentally owned by NR's son and daughter-in-law.

Authors shouldn't be allowed to get away with this kind of thing. Marketing your own books, no problem. But using your status as a bestselling author to promote the many family businesses is just WRONG. I'm just glad I got the book from the library and didn't put out my hard-earned money for it. NR's publisher ought to be ashamed. As should NR herself.

Okay, rant over.

Sick of it

I'm friggin' sick of this. C'mon, Facebook, it's been days now. Get your friggin' act together!

Your former friend,

Dee