Runaway Bunny

For September's Bunny Book of the Month, I'm going with another obvious book: The Runaway Bunny, a favorite of mine since before I could read. The mother's persistence has always been very sweet.

The New Influencers

Speaking of my amazing Paul, he just finished writing his book today. I'm so proud of him I could just burst open at the seams, if I had any. Check out the earliest draft. He has about two weeks to fiddle with it. Of course, in true writer fashion, he kinda hates it now. "I should have done it totally differently," he told me two nights ago. I have to keep reminding him that that's what all authors say when they near the end. There's usually some sort of "good enough" that a writer and publisher agree on for the sake of "printing the damn thing already." And Paul's lucky enough to have planned so well that he still has a few weeks to move, shake, and fiddle it to get to that point.

So stay tuned for the printed and final version, coming to bookstores near you (hopefully!) this coming spring. It's going to be Quill Driver's featured title of spring, so that's pretty exciting. I believe it'll change the conversation about social media, at least among marketers. I believe it'll change the world, too, but that's probably because I'm biased, or so Paul keeps telling me.

Meaningless birthday

So on the 5th, I had a meaningless birthday. It's the calm before the storm, really. There's nothing special about 29 other than it's the one before 30. I'll probably freak out next year. But I'm steadily in my 20s yet, for one more year.

I'm lucky enough to be with a man 20 years my senior. "Lucky?" you're asking. Yeah, lucky. He keeps things in perspective for me. Thanks, Love!

Hosing off cages

It only took me 4 weeks after we officially moved in to get the 3 pieces of the bunny condo cleaned up and assembled. The poor dears, having to dodge in and out of travel cages for shelter (they were free run, don't cry too hard).

Anyway, "nothing like a good hosing off" is what I always say. Well, not always; just this once. But my front yard, which consists of about 15 blades of grass and a garden along the front of the house but which nevertheless has a sprinkler system for some reason, was awash with, well, water. Remind me not to wear my fleece cloggy slippers from L.L. Bean the next time I do that. Man, those things were uncomfy when they got wet. At any rate, the power washing of the hose got most of the nasty stuff off the cage much faster than a paper towel and vinegar, which was always my only option. Now with my 15 blades of grass and my hose hook-up, well, let's just say I was thanking the patron saint of houses (or whatever the protestant equivalent would be) that I have a house now. And a hose. :-)

That was 2 weeks ago that I hosed them off and assembled the cages, complete with brand new rug. This is how busy I've been that I'm just now getting to post about it. Not that today's different. I'm currently in a rare hole between my meetings today -- all 7 of them.

One day (soon) I'll have to tell you about how cool PetRock was the weekend before last....

Lots of flags

As I was driving down International Drive (or whatever that road in Philadelphia is called where all the flags are -- you know, by the art museum there) this past Saturday afternoon, I told my mom I was going to make a page on BunnyBlab and another one on FramesByDana.com of all the flags of all the countries of the visitors to the sites. So that's a project I'm collecting info (read: flags) for... stay tuned. (So now that I've written about it, I am committed to doing it.)

Was in Philly for my brother Brett's engagement party. The Maley's are good people and I'm happy our two clans are joining. Sara couldn't be more perfect for Brett, so we're all very happy.