Hello. It’s Belinda.
Before I forget: Need hay? There’s a 15% off sale next weekend. For the Memorial Day holiday.
Good time to stock up on your favorite cutting of timothy hay. Or try something new.
I’m not allowed to “push” one product over another but I recommend the orchard hay. It’s a nice “afternoon hay” if you know what I mean. Keep you going through the slump.
Plus it’s good for humans who are allergic to timothy hay. So if someone in the house is “sneezing their head off” tell them about orchard.
If you really want to “mix it up” check out the sampler hay box. You get four different hays in one box. Oat hay, orchard, 2nd cutting "perfect blend" timothy and 3rd cutting "super soft" timothy.
How do you like that.
Sorry to “go on and on” like this. About hay.
I haven’t even mentioned the alfalfa jingle I wrote. Which I might save for another day. Some of the rhymes need some work, if you want to know the truth.
The thing is I’m worked up. And I’m sorry but when I’m stressed I talk about hay. It helps me to relax.
Which I need because this whole business with my boyfriend’s companion has me in a state. I mean when she told me she’s here as a foster rabbit.
I don’t want to be rude but I do not believe it. My roommate treats us all the same except for the English, living on the bedroom level and getting everything he wants.
But she has never said one peep about “foster this or that” or “when you move to your forever home.”
Maybe I’m missing something. Wouldn’t be the first time something important sailed right over my head but come on. This is big.
Also it makes my stomach hurt. I don’t want my boyfriend’s companion to move away.
She might chatter “gibberish” all night but she’s my best friend. I never told her that but it’s true.
It’s not my fault I chase her when she's out of her pen. I don’t want her near my office which anyone can understand. That's private.
The other thing on my mind is the holiday weekend. Not the hay sale but missing work. My roommate wants us to go away.
“Wouldn’t that be nice Belinda? You could use a few days away from the office.”
This was my face:
I don’t have time to go on vacation.
Plus why bother. I won’t be able to relax.
That’s because I am so behind at work I will never catch up. Still answering my birthday emails, which is embarrassing. Also working on my hay house drawings (again) and some “top secret” projects.
So with the “elephant in the room” meaning my boyfriend’s companion and worrying about time off, I can’t focus.
All I want to do is eat hay.
Spokesrabbit, Small Pet Select