Evil Bunny... ate my strawberries

Yes, exactly. An evil bunny ate my strawberries. They pack the right combination of helplessness and cuteness to catch you off your guard and then they take your children. Or in this case my strawberries. It's a good thing I don't have kids yet. But I do have a mature strawberry bush that was blossoming beautifully recently. Until this morning I realized the horror... it was picked clean. Not a single survivor. Blood red strawberry juice all over the snow white fur. Sins as scarlet indeed...

We are moving... again

The thing about this past week is that a weird thing happened. My face basically exploded from the nose down, and also the left side joined in a few days later for kicks. Lots of hives, lots of swelling, lots of itching, (no scratching though, I am hardcore about no scarring), and lots of peeling, and ..... leprosy (or so it looked like.) I am allergic to pineapple, strawberries, and (newly discovered) mangoes.

Which means that tonight whilst Mr. Sollywood is at work, I will be home alone listening to our newly acquired Star Wars record. I love vinyl. And packing up some of our things. Because Mr. Sollywood got into a sweet and hardcore Masters Program at a fancy University!!!!!!!!! Bet you would rather have had details about that than about the allergies eh? Let's see how long it takes him to post about it shall we? Here is one little tidbit though; he looked almost as excited as this picture