Multiplying! Like Rabbits!

That is my fear. Why, you ask? Because I have a hankering to add another soul the the menagerie I wear around my neck. Say hello to Filou Design's Bunny from the Enchanted Forest collection:



Think I should chance being over-run by the buns?

Menagerie, Around My Neck

My latest animal-based jewellery acquisition arrived today. Since no one else seems to be on board with buying me a pony, I up and got one for myself. And then I thought I might as well confess my animal necklace collection crime. Via photographs.

And Around My Neck, A Monkey

I am a lucky girl. I have a brother who goes beyond ordinary effort and makes sure that the present that he chooses to give me for my birthday (secretly Christmas, due to postal service shipping problems) is something that will make me clap my hands like a goon.

You may remember me mentioning coveting a monkey necklace from Odette NY. I covet no longer. The monkey is mine, and I've been wearing it every day since it came home with me.

I am particularly fond of what I feel is the wee monkey's shaking of his wee monkey fist at the world. Or, perhaps he is wagging his finger. Which leaves me to tip my hat - to both my brother, and to Jennifer Sarkilahti, Odette's designer, for making awesome pendents and providing exceptional customer service.

Tap That Ass

Get your mind out of the gutter - I'm referring to my car. And the crazy lady who ran into my rear end this morning on the way to work.

Of course, it really wasn't a run in, it was more like a wee bump, but still, it leaves me livid and hating the drive into the office even more.

I wonder how you can drive on a four lane road, and be behind at least 12 cars that are at a complete stop, waiting for a light to turn, in a lane beside another that is full of cars that are also at a standstill and still manage to tap the fender of the car in front of you.

I also wonder how someone can do this and merely throw their hands up in the air in a shit-happens kind of way. And then insist of driving right behind the car that you bumped into for the next 4 or 5 kilometres.

I pretend to know how people's brains work.

I know nothing.

Anyway, the car, she is fine, as am I. And I may have to confess to snickering at the imprint her license plate left in the layer of dirt coating my bumper. Whoops?

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In a few paragraphs where I don't complain, I must tell you of my delight with my new necklace!

Ordered from Day Lab for a mere $10 ($10!), I am now in excited possession of a brass octopus. I will love it and hug it and make a home for it around my neck.

Love it! Hug it! Hang it around my neck! It doesn't get any better then that.