Critter Chronicles Summer 2016

My husband's cat may have a cool name, but Orwell is evil.That malicious cat has torn up everything in this house.  Our last living room sofa is shredded.  The brand new 100% genuine leather recliner?  Ruined.  All 10 leather bar stools for our kitchen and porch and the two very nice bucket set leather chair in the music room are all scratched.  Every single carpeted door jam or carpet edging is pulled up and severed from the mat underneath.  Thousands of dollars worth of area rugs for the new house are ruined. I'm scared to look at the new sectional upstairs or at any of the window treatments.  The stairs are also ruined.  Fur balls everywhere are so minor and can be cleaned up, but when I consider how much time I spent buying those items...searching all over the world via the internet...agonizing over what to buy - taking somethings back...hauling that stuff into the house only to have a wild stray cat destroy it.  He even scratched up the new windows in our brand new over the top long dreamed for porch.

I suggested declawing or  tendon snipping more than once, but my husband would not hear of it.  Whenever the subject comes up, Orwell hides his claws from me as if he knows what I'm saying.

I found the cat another home, but the kids were not having it.  We've spend hundreds, maybe thousands on cat trees, sprays, tape, oils, horns, every gizmo under the sun.

When we replaced the sofa in the living room, we wrapped the sticky tape stuff around it and put a shock mat behind it.  That seemed to work until the battery died.

 

We recently bought soft claws for him, and this was the look on his face following the application of his false nail tips.

 

My husband sang for dignitaries around the world for 4 years with the USNA Glee Club. He sang to me when we dated, at our wedding, and for years after. He sang with the praise team at church for 14 years. All that was just a warm-up or prelude for his new gig which involves cradling, rocking, and singing "Rock-a-bye, Baby" to his sinister kitty every night.

Our daughter coddles his lazy, entitled, spoiled rotten, good-for-nothing self, too.

Muffin has resumed her title as athletic trainer.  She sprawls out in the fitness room when I'm working out, staring at me directly or through the mirror with a look that says, "Work harder, you wimp!" all the while sporting her double chin and fat/fluffy body.  Today, she hopped on my back while I was doing push-ups as if to add weight and make me push harder.

Muffin also taught me the following lesson:
If a phone is left on the floor of the workout room while Muffin is getting exercise, she will hop on the redial button. Sorry to our doctor's receptionist for all the prank calls.

Muffin has been a cute companion during my Bible study times as well.

Orwell, on the other hand, does not help me at all during Bible study.

 

At least the silly cat has some really funny sleeping positions to keep me amused.  I have captured a few below, but sleeping curled up in any of the kids' sinks is one of the cutest.  No pictures, though.

Under the dishwasher?

Landscaping: What's in Bloom

When we asked our landscaper to plant Rose of Sharon in front of my workout room window a few weeks ago, I had hoped the blooms would be lavender, a color which is supposed to represent "love at first sight" or "enchantment" (apropos given our love story). Instead the blooms are white ("purity", "loyalty") and deep pink ("gratitude"). Apparently, what I most needed was a regular reminder to be grateful for God's faithfulness and righteousness which purifies even the darkest hearts and helps us remain loyal to God and to each other. Here's the first bloom of the season right before we left for our anniversary trip with hundreds of buds preparing to bust open.

Here's what the shrub looked like when we returned home two days later.

 

Our landscaper added removed poorly growing wax myrtles and planted a lot of new trees and shrubs along the fence, but I wasn't expecting any of them to bloom right away given the stress of transplanting them. The crepe myrtles surprised me by blooming last week.  The crepe myrtles in the front of the house planted in December of 2013 by the builder's crew haven't bloomed once yet, but these are so tall.  I love the color. 

A very loud, very annoying bird whose cries sound like metal clanking built a nest in the large holly we had planted right outside the fitness room window where I can look out while on the elliptical.  Soon, baby birds will be adding their voices to the annoying  racket outside my window.

Mother's Day Weekend 2016 & Landscaping Updates

We had an unusual Mother's Day weekend this year.  On Friday, the 3rd-5th graders at our school hosted Grandparents' Day (earlier than the date Hallmark recognizes but before school lets out for the summer). My parents wanted to attend our son's assembly this year, but 3rd graders started at 8:30, which was much too early for them to get here given rush-hour traffic. So I went in their place and ate enough fruit and chocolate goodies for both of them. :-)

Our son's class presented a United States geography (states and capitals) sound-off followed by a recorder concert which was surprisingly pleasant given the shrillness of the instrument and the age of the performers.  Our band director is such a humorous, fun-loving guy that he makes every concert enjoyable.  They played several classic hymns and "This Old Man" for the grandfathers.  Ha!

My parents arrived later that morning and took both my son and my daughter out to lunch.  What a treat that was for them.While they were at lunch, our landscaper finished up all the landscaping projects he had been working on for the past five weeks to address our water run-off issues, to add instant gratification privacy landscaping, and to build us a patio for our fire pit.

In the picture below, there is a large catch basin under all that rock attached to a 150' underground drain that runs under the porch around the house and down the length of the other side of our house.  He added two dry creeks, this new mulched natural area, and a Rose of Sharon.  Mom gave me the hanging plant and stand shown above for Mother's Day. We have two climbing roses and trellises for each side that we still need plant.  Then we'll add some liriope, Hostas, and possibly Indian Hawthorne whenever we find the time.

He planted a 15'-20' Nelly Stevens Holly next to my fitness room window to block the unsightly view out that window of the neighbor's shed, added 50/50 to raise the soil up to level of basketball court and laid new sod all along this side where the ran run off had washed it away last year.

His crew added fresh mulch all around the house, lawn perimeter, and at the base of scattered lawn trees.

Our next project will be a stone stacked, tiered retaining along this front side.

Along the fence, he planted two Nelly Stevens Holly (4-6'), Muskogee Lavernder, three enormous Crepe Myrtle, six Osmanthus (4'), and three Loropetalum.  He also replaced our wimpier wax myrtles with newer, heartier ones and  moved our crepe myrtle from the side yard to this back corner and expanded the natural areas closing off back yard.

The patio construction was fun to watch.

You know you are getting impatient for the construction to be finished when a (random) picture (of WIP taken to test out your new iPhone) is worth a thousand words (from movie quotes and song titles).

"If you build it, they will come." (Field of Dreams)
"Road to Nowhere" (Talking Heads)
"We're Half Way There." (Bon Jovi, Livin' on a Prayer)
"Bless the Broken Road" (Rascal Flatts)
"He's Not Finished With Me Yet" (Brandon Heath)
etc.

After the kids' lunch outing with Nana and Pops, my husband and son packed and left for the spring outing at the coast with the Y Guides while I waited on hold for over an hour to speak with an IRS agent over exorbitant, bogus charges I ended up having to pay anyway.  As often as we get audited for our charitable contributions (doesn't anyone tithe and support missions and charities anymore?), I sometimes wonder if we are being targeted for our Christian views.

Saturday wasn't as eventful as my daughter would like because her mom is a teacher, and teachers must do lesson planning over the weekends. And I had to clean bathrooms plus other chores, meet a golf client at the new swap stop, and get in a much needed trail ride after a week of steady rain.  I did make time to buy her swim suits, take her out to eat, treat her to ice-cream and play card games (and stayed up past 2am getting my lesson plans done as a result), but compared to the fun her brother was having on the retreat (she knows, because she's already enjoyed three years of Indian Princesses...well it's now called "Y-guides" for boys and girls because so few people are willing to admit that one's gender is determined biologically, not emotionally, and apparently both "Indian" and "Princess" are banned words in this new progressive world of utter lunacy).  She beat me in every game of Set we played, and I never ever let her win on purpose.

I also earned some much needed "fun mom" points by pulling pranks on our pets.  Did we rescue a cat, elephant, or anteater?

On Sunday, we drove to my hometown to spend Mother's Day with my parents and my brother's family, but it wasn't the same without our guys. At least they sent me this picture from camp with some early morning Mother's Day greetings.

I got to see some high school friends at my parents' church including Craig, who brought my husband and I together.  (He and I were good friends in high school, and he and my husband sang together in the USNA Glee Club.) I also Rodney, a friend since kindergarten, at the restaurant he manages after church.  It was a nice visit, but my daughter was out of sorts. She missed her dad and her brother.  She was probably feeling jealous, and she was apparently tired because she doesn't sleep well when her dad isn't here.  At least she perked up after lunch and had fun posing for pictures with Nana.

When Nana's glasses darken in the sun, our drama queens starts having some fun.

One of the best gifts on Mother's day was driving home to find my husband and son already home. They had driven back early to be with me on Mother's Day and were outside washing the van by hand.  They were exhausted, so we didn't get the planting projects done I had hoped, but they were home, and that was enough for me.

After my son had written in my birthday card, "Mom, thank you for..." and then left the rest of the page blank, I was thrilled to receive a handmade Mother's day card from him with real sentences in it.  He used big words, proper spelling, and neat handwriting.  His grammar isn't perfect, yet, but for a third grader, he really tried. This boy almost always signs cards by simply writing Love, [His name], so this card that he put effort into was a keeper.  He also drew flowers which he knows I like.

 My daughter usually writes a sweet note, and she did not disappoint this time either.

During March 2015, we began meeting with contractors to figure out what to do with our our virtually useless lot which had started out flat and surrounded by trees when we selected it but ended up treeless and severely sloped by the time the builder finished our house. Work finally began a few weeks before Christmas. After adding a porch, deck, walkway, patio (aka bunny exercise ring, soccer drill chamber, "volley-dodge ball" court, deserted island), fire pit, three french drains wrapping around our house, a few dry creeks, dozens of trees, numerous shrubs, mounds of mulch, hidden dams, new natural areas, truckloads of soil and sod, and whatever else I'm forgetting to keep the yard from washing down the hill again, we finally got to use our backyard to the fullest on Mother's Day. The kids "commissioned" our long awaited fire pit patio tonight by serving me S'mores for Mother's Day dessert. They even saved me an extra 5oz European gourmet dark chocolate bar because  they know I like my chocolate hits dark, straight, and smooth. :-)

Hopefully the grass will turn green and the new shrubs/plants will bloom in the next few weeks.

Tough and Tender Moments...all for His Glory

Tough Times
Life is hard, but it's through the valleys that we learn the most about life and grow more mature.  Speaking of valleys...some of our landscaping projects in process have had me thinking about mountaintops and valleys.

This area wrapped in rock is part of ongoing projects to control run-off problems in our yard. We now have two french drains carrying water around our house, a massive dry creek, and a catch basin hidden under all those rocks attached to an impressive 150' underground drainage system. We keep building up our soil and replanting sod, and we're planting like crazy to soak up some of the run-off, but it will probably never be enough to give us the lawn we want because we live on a hill, and water will always flow down, taking rich minerals and costly sod with it.

Our yard situation reminds me of how we too often approach life. We love the view from the top. We go to great effort and expense to cling to the mountaintops in life as if we were meant to stay there. But we can't really appreciate the high points in life until we've walked through the low points. We can't grow in knowledge, wisdom, compassion, generosity, or faith if we're always clinging to the top and looking down at others. Instead of cursing the rain and trying to resist the downward pull into the valley, maybe we should instead hop on a raft and make the most of the ride down, gleaning every life lesson we can until the sun comes out and the hill is dry enough to climb back up again. ‪#‎MommyMetaphors‬

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Hillary Scott, a country singer who is the frontwoman for the band, Lady Antebellum (a band I had never listened to before as I don't prefer country music, and this band's secular music has themes I don't find edifying at all) recently produced a very personal solo project rooted in Biblical faith.  The song, Thy Will, from the album especially touched me as a sincere prayer to God as she wrestles with pain and suffering while acknowledging and trusting in His goodness and sovereignty even when His plans don't make sense at the time, for she knows she can't see the big picture as He can. The melody is beautiful in and of itself, but the lyrics blow me away with their raw honesty and simple faith.  The church needs more realness in worship, fellowship, and presentation, not to make each other feel better about their shortcomings, but rather, to illustrate the truth.  Life is hard.  Life doesn't make sense.  Yes, the church is filled with fallen people who make mistakes, but God doesn't leave us in the ditch.  He restores and renews us and gives us hope.  We can trust in that which we can't see because He reveals just enough of Himself to prove that He is always good and always faithful without providing so much evidence that faith is not required at all.  Given some of the music videos Hillary has produced, I will admit that the judge in me is surprised at the depth of faith and Biblical truth revealed in this song.  God's truths really aren't that complex, and there is great beauty in the simplicity, yet trust can be so difficult at times.  To read the lyrics or listen, click here:  http://tasteofcountry.com/hillary-scott-thy-will/.
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Our daughter's first season of AAU basketball has delivered some tough times and great teaching moments.  The last AAU tournament taught my daughter how to handle disappointment after 12 hours of driving that weekend for tournament games only to have her team forfeit the final championship game due to unfair circumstances. This weekend's tournament taught her another valuable life lesson, and that is how to get back up after being pommeled by people over twice her size (literally). When she chased a loose ball, she grabbed it right before a gigantic opponent tried to take it while she was still holding it. The opponent threw the ball with our little bit still clinging and flinging with it. She landed hard and has bruises all over, jammed fingers, a sore back, and who knows what else the doctors will find tomorrow.

But worse than taking that beating was learning that the opposing team (the host team) was comprised of 7th and 8th graders who were pretending to be 5th & 6th graders so they could play against younger teams with an unfair advantage. That explains why they didn't check birth certificates at the door as is customary. Not only did this coach allow his players to put girls half their size at risk of great physical harm, but he also taught them that the only way to win is by cheating.

When my daughter was younger, she hated to lose, throwing fits if she lost something even as insignificant as a board game against her brother. But today, she assured me that she would rather lose honestly any day and every day than win by deceit. She's maturing and learning a lot about life. I sure do feel sorry for the opposing team & that dishonest coach, though.

Tender Moments
Yesterday I received a tender & tangible reminder of how much the Almighty God of the universe cares about the tiniest concerns of the least of these.

When I teach a new STEM, Stats, Math, etc. lesson, I try to incorporate a related Biblical theme or metaphor for life application because no matter what subject we study, if we don't see God's hand in it or if we can't see how that bit of knowledge fits into the bigger picture of His sovereign plan, then our learning seems woefully incomplete.

For the first time in two years, the related Biblical context for my next two lessons on free fall and rebounding just weren't coming to me. Any scriptures I tried to apply seemed forced, so I prayed the Lord would give me something related to complete the lesson by teaching my students about life and pointing it all back to Him for His glory.

The following morning, I had to drive my daughter a long way to see a sports injury specialist, and my book-on-tape finished right as I picked her up. So, without looking, I loaded a random sermon CD my mom had given me from my childhood home church. It was the start of new series on "Rebounding". The message was a perfect application for my physics lesson on rebounding. It was a great series, so as I was preparing to drive back home, I loaded part 2 in the series, but the van screen read, "Bad Disc." Frustrated, I tried loading part 3, and again it read, "Bad Disc". I cleaned both discs (neither were scratched or dirty), but neither would play. So I dug through the sack and pulled another one out at random without looking at the title. The pastor immediately opened by saying the message will address those times when life throws us into free fall. I knew at that moment God had just given me the answer to my prayer the night before. These two sermons would help me tie my two academic lessons to practical Biblical truth.

Y'all...God planted those CDs in my van months ago. There is no way I could have randomly pulled out those two discs right before my classes on those subjects. It was all a direct answer to my prayer last night. Had those perfectly clean discs for parts 2 and 3 not given me "bad disc" errors, I never would have stumbled upon the lesson on free fall. God cares about our little requests, and He wants whatever we teach to point students back to Him. 

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Way back when I was a kid, we didn't have baby gender reveal parties or graduation ceremonies for every single grade in school. We didn't have digital or high resolution photography (much less portable camera phones) so we only took a few pictures. We didn't celebrate every minor developmental milestone or the 100th day of school. We also did not celebrate Gotcha Day or even know what that term meant. Perhaps, starting today, I should begin making up for lost time because I need another excuse to eat cake and ice cream and remember that I am blessed. They tell me my Gotcha Day was May 3. The only picture I have from that day is this one of my brother ignoring me. Classic! Thank you, Lord, for opening this family's arms and hearts enough to say, "Don't worry, little one, we gotcha. We will love you unconditionally, provide for you extravagantly, and support you sacrificially all our days."

As for my brother, he already had a dog, so he didn't need one. What he needed as a sister to teach him to share and to be patient when annoying kids were around.  :-)
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My MIL is a wildlife rescue/rehab specialist, and we all think the work she does is really cool. I thought some of my FB friends' kids would enjoy these pics of some owls she rescued before they hatched.  She writes, "I had two barred owl eggs brought to me in Feb. I put them in my incubator, and 27 days later these two little guys hatched. They are a month old today and I moved them out to my aviary for the next step in their life. Feather out, learn to fly, and finally learn how to catch their own food...then release!"  Here are some pics she shared to close this post with some cuteness.

House Updates

Apparently my midlife crisis is manifesting itself in breaking free from my "function over form, plain Jane, I can't do anything artistic anyway" mindset. I have completely redone or replaced almost every piece of furniture and decorative item in the new house. We even replaced brand new, practical & fully functional low maintenance light fixtures with sparkling chandeliers that I don't even want to think about cleaning. We added a porch and replaced a deck that was barely 2 years old. After going crazy throwing paint and new stain on solid sentimental old furniture, we spent the past two weeks throwing new colors and lots of glitter (yes, glitter) on walls that were freshly painted only two years ago. For our next transformation, we will trade our paint and glitter for some big rocks & dirt and throw those around instead. I may be going crazy with transformations around here, but I'm reminded that only God can transform us from the inside. And when He completely renews our hearts and minds, major transformations will be evident on the outside, too. ‪#‎Transformations‬ ‪#‎MidLifeCrisis‬ ‪#‎BreakingFree‬ ‪#‎SpringBling‬ ‪#‎InterventionNeeded‬

My Office

Since I recently returned to my original career (albeit on a very limited, part-time, consultative basis so I can still teach), I decided to redecorate my office to make it feel more professional (and inspire me to actually use it instead of doing all my work on the kitchen island). I started as you might expect for a frugal, frumpy, function-over-form gal with a plain, solid oak, executive desk and gray lateral file cabinet. But then I discovered glitter paint, a box of romantic photos, and a new obsession with refinishing old furniture, and now the office I had planned to make look more professional looks more like a scene from cheesy romantic chick flick wrapped in a box of glitter.

Man Cave 

My husband has been slowly but surely working on the room over the garage. Last year, we hired a carpenter to build a closet into the room for storage, but there was still so many boxes left. So my husband has been purging for months, and he found plenty of my own boxes of stuff in there I have been purging as well.

I was impressed by the built-in bookcases he built all by himself for one of the corners to create mini library. The trim work looks almost professionally done. I need to find a new sofa, so he can take the one his cat scratched up in our family room and move it to his room to create a mini theater out of the other half of his office.  I have a feeling the TV screen and the price tag will both be much bigger than I could even imagine.

In this house, instead of keeping everything plain and neutral, we decided to decorate our own offices however we wanted to best reflect our own tastes.  The vast differences between our two offices amuse me.  The only thing at all that is remotely similar would be our color schemes.

Wall Paint

• Mine: "Voyage" (a light grayish blue) with heavy glitter to make the  room sparkle and shimmer at night (Painting work was outsourced.)
• His: "Imperial Fleet" (very dark navy blue) and definitely no glitter  (He painted it all himself.)

His color is quite suitable for a former submariner and dark enough for the theater half coming soon. 

Hanging on the Walls

• Mine:  Images of him and me sharing romantic moments, favorite photos I have taken from our travels together, and lake sunsets taken during bike rides or runs which have all been stretched onto wall canvases and inspirational Bible verses in a swirly script 
• His: Three poster-sized, thickly framed Civil War maps, diplomas, sub pics and plaques from his navy days, Independence Day movie poster, and a comprehensive chart of all cosmic exploration

Window Treatments

• Mine:  Sparkling silver curtain rod with finials that look like disco balls and sheer scrollwork curtain panels to soften the sunlight as it diffuses into the room
• His: An ornery gray and white cat named Orwell

Office Desks

• Mine: Traditional solid oak executive desk refinished and stained dark walnut on top and painted on the sides to make it unique and to coordinate with the rug and bookcase
• His: Standard, metal, modern L-shape from one of the office supply stores

File Cabinets

• Mine:   Distressed rolling cabinets painted in a chevron pattern with soft colors and antiqued  loop handles – all coordinating with the desk
•  His:  Plain, standard black metal lateral file cabinets

Bookcases

• Mine: An assortment of solid white and/or inky blue shelves in various and sizes refinished and repainted, one with mirrored quatrefoil doors and sides to match the lamp and rug.
• His:  Custom built white bookcases he built himself and trimmed out nicely in executive library style and a gorgeous solid antique unit we are storing for missionaries indefinitely. 

I’ll stop there, but the biggest differences are in what we put on our desk and shelves.

  

Master Bathroom

I have wanted to replace the tile since they day they put it in, but since that's too costly, I went with adding glitz and bling for a unique, pampered, fancy look.  After decorating the room in aqua and brown, it just seemed to plain for me, so I bought a water fall chandelier last year for the tub.  My husband was still recovering from shoulder surgery, so he could not lift his arms enough to install it until this past February.  It was a beast and took him all day plus trips to the home improvement store for retrofit kits to make it work with a recessed can light.  In our last house, I wanted to replace all our boring light fixtures with recessed lighting, yet here I tend to be replacing recessed lighting with high maintenance chandeliers.

Once the chandelier was up, I knew we needed some more bling because the crystals looked totally out of place in such a terracotta style casual bath.  So  I bought towels and curtains with lots of sequins, new bathmats to match (less the sequins which would be practical), new jeweled soap dispenser and toothbrush holder, matching sequin curtains and crystal and chrome curtain rods to carry out the bling theme.

I bought a white storage cabinet with a gray slate top which works well with all the new gray accent decor, and then we added aqua glitter paint to the walls.  After the bathroom became more glitzy, the closet looks more cluttered.  So I added new sweater and shoe storage systems, some shelves we had moved out of the bonus room, and thoroughly purged and reorganized it.

Bonus Room 

The bonus room has taken the most time to decorate.  It's a massive room (30' x 19') not counting the study nook area behind the stairs or the two mini hallways leading to each bedroom & bathroom area.  We added a large charcoal sectional and ottoman initially to separate the TV/media area from the game area. 

This room also serves as a playroom so we initially stored all the kids' toys in several toy boxes and open shelves, but it always looked messy and chaotic to me that keeping it tidy was so frustrating for me that I just stopped going upstairs at all.

After a massive purging of the kids' toys when they were not around, I greatly reduced the quantity of toys and moved several shelves out of the room and into closets for storage there.  But what remained still looked messy, so now all our board games are tucked away in the drawers of the refinished credenza shown below. I like this solution for hiding clutter much better than built-in bookcases and cabinets, and it was much cheaper, too.

 

We took the glass doors off of an old entertainment center and painted it the same color as the credenza shown above.

We moved out the kids' toy box to the garage for storing pet supplies and brought in an old hope chest instead.  It's been in the family for many generations, but it desperately needed some restoration and a fresh look before passing it on to our daughter.

For several years, I've been wanting to do a clock collage that would reflect our family timeline from our wedding day to the present. It was a lot of work and a little depressing to put together as the pictures are a tangible reminder of how fleeting our life is on this earth, but I pray we will choose instead to see it as a positive reminder to cherish every moment spent with loved ones and give God thanks for the wonderful blessing of a loving family.

We painted the entire room a grayish brown color, "Rocky Bluffs", and hung up several other picture collages and framed photography prints. The print over the credenza is one of my favorites.  We took that photo on the shore of the Mediterranean Sea at Antalya, Turkey, a strategic location for Paul's missionary travels. 

Game Area in Bonus Room

Landscaping

We currently have a number of landscaping projects underway which we have outsourced given our past failures at all things botanical.  I'll give a sneak peak of what's going on around here and then provide an update when it is finished.  But first, let me tell you a true story.

Imagine coming home to an empty driveway and an empty house, scooping up your bunny, and taking her out to the porch where you lie on the couch to relax and snuggle against her silky soft fur while talking aloud in a ridiculous baby talk voice to that rascally rabbit as if she understands a word of your gibberish. Then while enjoying the stillness and the spring weather, you hear a loud thud and then scraping noises. You think you hear men talking to each other...planning their next move, preparing to attack...the voices sound like they are right there in the porch with you. Afraid to look, but unable to bear the unknown a moment longer, you jump to your feet to find three strange man digging a trench underneath the porch. Scenes from The Great Escape flash through your mind.

That's when you remember that your landscaper mentioned that his crew may start the French drain you had requested this week. The doorbell rings, and the landscaper you actually know is back after fetching supplies for his crew who he dropped off before you had returned home. All is well, but twilight zone music plays in your mind as you realize those strange men know the hidden truth about you. So you bring out cookies and beverage, hoping they'll remember the refreshments instead of the ‪#‎CrazyBunnyLady‬. ‪#‎mylife‬

Documenting the crime scene