Snowball Hasn’t Left

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Well, well, well. It appears that Amie has been too busy to take care of her blog, and has informed me that switching blogs doesn’t work, and her email list is a mess, so I should take over and clean up her mess. She’s considerate like that, in case you were wondering.

Oh, who am I?

Snowball Rabbit, detective, obviously.

And I haven’t been on Amie’s blog in months. Not that I’m complaining. It gave me more time to sleep, and eat, and run around being cute. It’s simply hilarious how crazy humans get over my “cuteness.”

Did Amie tell you about her friends visiting? They are dedicated fans of me, though I wouldn’t say they’re dedicated fans of Amie. I mean, what can I say? They have good tastes. 😎

yes, Amie showed me how to insert emojis. I feel as though I am in the 21st century finally.

Anyway, they (the friends, not Amie or the 21st century) gave me the attention deserved of such a famous rabbit. But that reminds me, I made my first acting debut in Amie’s YouTube video, “Organized Writers.” Click those words to be transported to the video. I must say, the best part is me, but I did appreciate how Amie forgot to get her trash, so she had to go back and get it. Usually she doesn’t go back to get her trash. 😒

Sometimes it feels as though I am in a constant movie theatre, watching “The Secret Life of Owners.” It’s very amusing, though sometimes too loud for my sensitive ears. Talking about sensitive, you have no idea how hard it is to take care of my sensitive fur. I grow a lot more in winter to protect me from the chilly blasts that whistle through the house, and goodness. I become a fluff ball that has ears. *sighs*

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But thankfully I can behave just as dignified as ever, extra fluff or no extra fluff. Oh, other good news is that Amie has been sharing her bananas with me. It’s very thoughtful of her, though she forgets until I give her the masterful glare.

Masterful glares are very effective, let me tell you. And if you want to get out of your cage, simply chew on it, and people will recognize your distress and let you out of your cage.

Amie also asked me to promote my book. I mean, Christmas is coming up, and people have siblings, friends, nieces, nephews, children, grandchildren that might want a Snowball book. I mean, who wouldn’t want a book about me?

Especially a book about me, an apple, and a mystery! It’s geared towards children who need to be read to. Whatever age that is, and who enjoy colorful pictures of super adorable dignified rabbits like me.

Rabbits are very important animals, just so you know.

You can learn more about my book here. And you can purchase it here. And if you would like to buy a signed copy, contact Amie. It’ll be the same price as buying it from LuLu. ($15)

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Now to close this post. Dear me, have I come to the end already? Amie should have done this post since it was so easy. Children, remember to eat your greens, and never forget that popcorn is tasty.

I remain,

Snowball Rabbit, detective.

Snowball Rabbit Blog Tour~Day 2~

Hullo, guys!  Welcome back to another day of a blog tour!  Today I (Amie) am in charge again, so you’ll just have to put up with me.  Before we get into the juicy meat of this post, let’s go over what you need to know.

Posting today…

February 19

Amie @https://crazya.blog — The process and ideas behind the book.

Faith Blum @http://faithblum.com/blog — Book Spotlight

Jana @www.reviewsfromthestacks.wordpress.com — Book spotlight

Laura Danner @http://flowersinmybasket.blogspot.com — All of the options  

 

Book snippet and where you can buy it…

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You can buy Snowball and the Missing Apple HERE.  (This might be my favorite illustration in the whole book. ❤ )

WAIT!  Before we move on, I (not Snowball.  *glances in his direction*) am having a giveaway.  What am I giving away?

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  • A copy of Snowball and the Missing Apple
  • A stuffed white rabbit.  (I’m sorry I couldn’t giveaway a real one.)
  • Two sheets of stickers-one puffy fruits-one silly succulents.

GUYS.  The succulent stickers ARE THE CUTEST.  I want to keep them!  So, go enter!

a Rafflecopter giveaway

*rubs hands together* Now for the fun part.  Oh, wait! Also, I’m doing a LIVE YouTube Q&A on Saturday.  I’ll announce the time tomorrow, but you don’t want to forget it, and you also want to ask those questions on MY blog for giveaway points. 😉

So…Now for the process.  It started out with getting Snowball.  Snowball was just a ball of fluff, and I loved him to pieces.  When he was about, oh, five months old, I decided that if I were ever to make a children’s picture book, it would be about him.

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Baby Snowball. ❤

Well, that summer, a contest for a picture book came up, and the genre was mystery.  My mom had all sorts of ideas, but I said I was going to do one about Snowball and an apple.

The process started with me working pretty much every morning on an illustration.  I would sit next to Snowball, and turn on my music.  (Lawson Bates or the Bontragers, anyone?)

I started the illustrations, and then I ditched them and tried them again.  This time, I drew 18 of the illustrations, and sent them in for the contest.  Unfortunately, I did not win the contest, and so I thought I was done with it.  Fast forward to December.

A friend had been publishing short stories and stuff like crazy, and so I caught the publishing fever, and began thinking.  The Snowball book popped up in my mind, and so I decided to look into it.  I changed the original 18 illustrations to 34, and other than that, I just published the book.

So, now to the schedule…

February 18

 

Amie @https://crazya.blog — Snowball day!

Anna @https://anniewritessite.wordpress.com — Book review

Mya @https://lifefrombehindacamera.com — Book review

Sam @https://thehappilyeverafterdolls.wordpress.com — Interview with Amie and Snowball

 

February 19 (You’re here)

Amie @https://crazya.blog — The process and ideas behind the book.

Faith Blum @http://faithblum.com/blog — Book Spotlight

Jana @www.reviewsfromthestacks.wordpress.com — Book spotlight

Laura Danner @http://flowersinmybasket.blogspot.com — All of the options  

 

February 20

Amie @https://crazya.blog — The enemy steals the blog

Merie Shen @https://imperialscribis.wordpress.com/ — Interview with Snowball

Hannah @https://thestripedplaid.wordpress.com — Book review

 

February 21

Amie @https://crazya.blog — Amie talks about her future ideas with Snowball.

Starling @https://starling7.wordpress.com — Interview with Amie and Snowball

 

February 22

Amie @https://crazya.blog — a look at the real animals behind the book.

Parker Hankins @https://parkerahankins.wixsite.com/pencilsandpianos/blog — Book review and Snowball interview

Rosy Marr @https://rosyswritings.wordpress.com/ — Interview with Amie

Liz @www.homewithhummingbirds.com — Book spotlight, review, and interview with Snowball

Mary AKA Maria @https://memary145.wordpress.com/ — Interview with Snowball

Abby Guenot @https://photosbyabbyrose.wordpress.com — Book review

Holly @https://hollyciampi.wixsite.com/holly — Interview with Amie

 

February 23

Wrap up post @https://crazya.blog — Answering your questions on a LIVE youtube video!

Stay put for tomorrow, where the enemy steals the blog.  Thank you to all the people who posted today!

~~Amie~~

Guest Post by Snowball Rabbit

The sounds of a scampering step sounded in the empty Crazy A studio.  The chair marked with a teal A was empty, and the table had scattered papers on it.  A little white creature pushed the chair back, and climbed into it.

“Oh, bother her!” It said, as it had to make the chair higher to look over the table.  A red light flickered at intervals, and Snowball looked at it.  “Wonder what that thing is.  Hullo?  Hmm, no one’s here.  What was Amie thinking when she told me to come in here alone?  Doesn’t she know I’m a rabbit?

Well, we’ll have to make the best of it.  What are these papers?  Hmm, White Christmas?  What’s that for?  Iraq soldier song?  What is going on in Amie’s brain?  Here’s a notebook.  That might help and tell me what to do.”  Snowball squinted at the paper.

Looking in the mirror and what do I see?

Eyes too big and a noise that doesn’t suit nicely.

Looking in the mirror, I’m not sure I’m happy

With what’s looking back at me.

“Bah!  Nonsense.  I always knew Amie was full of nonsense.  I mean, just read her blog.  Apparently she’s expecting me to make a post that will fill her blog with amazing readers.  This must be her poetry journal.  Let’s find the next paper.

Cara Elisabeth,

Salve! Ego scribere humus scholae.  Latin purūs lingua…

What is this?  Another language?  I’ve only been taught to read English.  Let’s see…Hmm, notes about essays, written essays, a blog post she’s already posted, questions for friends…WHY DOESN’T AMIE WRITE JUICY TIDBITS?  Now I know why she bribed me with bananas to write this post.

MORE POETRY?  I need to tell her to stop.  Listen to this nonsense.

A simple prayer

Isn’t enough

A small little whisper

wasn’t tough

Sounds like more stuff to find in greeting cards.  Hey hey!  Here are some good short stories…I know exactly what I’ll do.  Now, how do you turn on the mic?  HELLO?  Sound man?  What, you’re not a man?  And I’ve been rolling this whole time?  Uh-oh, Amie’s going to be mad…Well, I’ll do what she asked anyway.

An Unseen Frank

by Snowball Rabbit

Twice upon a time, in a land not so far away, there was a boy named Augustine Terrance Lumpus.  All together he was a nice boy, though, of course he did steal from the cookie jar, but that was slender.  And perhaps he did forget to clean behind his ears, but that didn’t make him a bad boy, did it?  Augustine was known by all as an altogether pleasant chap, fun fellow, a chummy comrade.

Augustine was an only child, and as close to an orphan as a child with two parents can get.  His parents were constantly globe-trotting, and having a good time at social events while poor Augustine Terrence was left all alone in their large, dark house.  That is why Augustine firmly believed in the unseen.  So firmly, that Augustine constantly had conversations with the unseen.  Why, he had five unseen brother named Matthew, Mark, Luke, John, and Frank.  Of course, when he had named them, he hadn’t known there was only four gospels.  He was pretty sure he had heard about the gospel of Frank in his Sunday school class, but he wasn’t quite sure.

On this particular day, his unseen brothers were playing with him in the garden.  It was Frank’s turn to hide, and they all had to seek him.

“Now Frank,” Gus, as his brothers called him, said.  “Don’t hide too hard or I’ll never find you.”  Frank simply nodded his unseen head, and bounded unseen away.  Now, Augustine knew the rules of hide and seek, but he didn’t know exactly the right way to count to fifty, so he counted until he felt fifty had passed.

“One another number, two another number, three another number, four another number, five another number.  Do you think that’s enough, John?” When John nodded his unseen head, Augustine marched to find unseen Frank, with the help of unseen Matthew, Mark, Luke, and, of course, John.

“Where, oh where can he be?” Augustine sang, skipping down the garden path, knowing that his unseen friends were having just as much unseen fun as he was.  They looked high and low, in the bushes and in the trees, but Frank wasn’t in the garden.

“Dear oh dear!  Where could Frank have wondered off to?” Augustine worried, pulling at his little golden curls.  “I know!  He has gone to the park to play.  Come on, Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John.”

Together they crossed the busy streets, almost being run over, and made it five blocks away to the park.  Augustine bravely walked in, and set to looking for lost, unseen Frank. The bushes seemed the best hiding place for Frank, and there were so many, so Augustine fell to work.

Finally, he came to the very last bush.  It was a very large bush, so Augustine would have to walk all the way around it.  As he did so, he called Frank’s name.

“Hullo!  How do you know my name, chap?” A boy asked, looking up from his book with big, questioning eyes.  Augustine stopped in his tracks.

“Are you my Frank?” Augustine asked.

“I dunno.  Are you my Gus?” Frank asked, though he seemed to be teasing.

“That’s what my Frank calls me.  Oh, Frank, you’ve become seen!” Augustine threw his arms around the older boy’s neck, and the boy looked startled.

“I do declare, this chap’s off his rocker, but he can’t harm me.  There, Gus, what is your real name?”

“Augustine Terrance Lumpus, sir.  And I’m not the second, nor the third.  I’m simply the only Augustine Terrance Lumpus.”

“Well, aren’t you something?  Where is your mum?” Frank asked, standing up and offering his hand to the young fellow.

“I don’t know.  Probably at some luncheon.  She’s very busy,” Augustine explained.  Frank wisely said nothing, simply started off in the well-known direction of the Lumpus establishment.

“I’m really very surprised you became seen, Frank,” Augustine started the conversation again.

“And what do you mean be seen?” Frank asked.  “I’ve always been seen.”

“By me, yes, but no one else had eyes to see you seen, you know,” Augustine said confidently.  “I didn’t want to hurt your feelings by telling you so.”

Frank didn’t know what to think, so he did the only thing sensible boys would do…He asked a question.  “What does unseen mean, chap?”

“Unseen things are like God.  Only certain people can see God.  And even then they don’t really see God, they just know He’s there because He shows himself to them.  God can’t make Himself seen like you did, Frank, because He’s so bright He’d hurt our eyes.”

“Is that so?” Frank asked, thinking that the reason we couldn’t see God was because of our own sinfulness, not God’s brightness.

“Oh, yes.  You see, God is very bright, and we are used to the very dark.  So when the brightness of God comes to close to our very dark, our very dark isn’t very dark anymore.  It’s as black as pitch.  You know, so black that it’s purple?”

“Ah, I see.”

“Yes, it makes it easier to see now that you’re seen, doesn’t it?  But seeing the unseen is only for people who have eyes to see, and choose to use those eyes.  You’re my own unseen Frank made seen.”

Frank smiled down at the little boy.  He didn’t know how to answer to this absurdness, but he liked it anyway. “Now, where are unseen Matthew, Mark, Luke, and John?” Augstine asked, and Frank looked stumped.

The End

Cut! CUT!  Whew, that’s over.  Now, I hope no one notices that’s an unfinished story.  Amie really should work harder on finishing her short stories.  Well, sound woman, our job is done.  Wait?  We’re still rolling?  BUT I SAID!  Oh, I have to say goodbye?

Good bye, all you humans.  Watch out, or the bunny kind will come to make you stay in order.  I had best be gone.

Truly,

Snowball Rabbit.

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Snowball Rabbit is the pet of Amie.  He is known for his friendly licks, love of hopping, and devouring apples at frightening rate.  He is a very handsome and patriotic rabbit.  An Uncle Sam in the rabbit world.  (And he wants you!  Just kidding 😂)

Snowball’s Opinion

Greetings, all you humans!  It is I, Snowball Rabbit.  I am Crazy A’s official mascot (look on side bar) and I was asked to write this post, since Amie seems to be rather busy at the moment.  Amie is a peculiar human being that decides to take on a lot of stuff, and then realizes some of them she can’t continue doing.  Of course, blogging is not something she will stop.  She just needs a break, and so she begged me to stand in for her today.

To explain a bit about me, you can go to my page here, or I can tell you some about me.  I am a rather handsome specimen of a rabbit, with the nicest ears you have ever seen.  I am an English Spot, and I have only five grey spots, making me a bad show bunny.  If only those judges knew what real English Spots are supposed to look like.  *humph*

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Oh, right.  We have to get back on topic.  Well, well, well.  The notes that Amie gave me say that I’m supposed to make you hyper about her book, because a lot of you don’t remember the teasers she gave in November.  Hey, I don’t remember that either.  Oh, yeah, I was only a few weeks old.  That makes sense.

*cough*  Amie’s first book, Operation: Green Serpent is in the middle of hopefully the last extreme edit.  She thinks she is smoothing out all of the hiccups, and is deep in considering different publishing methods.  When she talks to me of it, she sometimes gets really stressed out.  (She says I help reduce stress.  Whatever does that mean?)

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Well, she gave me some sneak-peaks to get you hooked.  She also said you can learn more about the characters here.

“Benji, what did you do now?” Cam laughed as she walked over to help Benji.  He was being pecked by three or four chickens, including the one he held in his hand.  Benji grinned sheepishly at his sister.

“Uh, nothing.  I was just trying to do what Dad told me.”

“I don’t think Dad told you to cause mayhem,” Cam responded, picking the birds up and stroking their white feathers.  “Are you labeling them?”  The Adamses bred chickens. Once the chicks were big enough to transport, they would go all over the neighboring states.

“Yes, I was trying to,” Benji sighed.

Uh, disgusting chickens.  Why can’t we have some civilized animals in this book?  Like perhaps a few rabbits?

 

The girls rode to the graveyard and let their ATV’s idle.  Cassy leaned down to the earth and saw horse prints.

“He’s here somewhere,” she said, brushing the dirt with her fingers.

“Yeah, right behind you,” Cam said as a loud whoosh of air went onto Cassy’s neck.

“What?” she gasped, turning around and grasping Ruther’s halter.  “You naughty boy!  I thought I told you to stay in your pasture,” Cassy remonstrated.  Ruther placidly continued to chew grass.

“Cassy, do you see those lights?” Cam’s voice was suddenly strained and scared.

“Where?” Cassy turned to look.  Cassy wasn’t easily scared.

“Right there,” Cam gasped, pointing toward a bright light.

Why does it always have to be horses?  Over grown lumps of muscle, I say!  Why not small fluffy things with cute ears?  Like me?

“Guys, I’m glad you all came,” Cassy began the meeting.  Jonathan, Cam, Benji, and Lily all sat watching her.  “We have a terrible problem right now, and you are all sitting there relaxed!  We should be facing it head on!  Keep going!  Don’t grow faint hearted.  We must be heroes!  Every one of us, strong and courageous with fortitude and careful thought. 

“We have someone threatening our freedom!  Someone trespassing and doing harm!  They should be punished!”  Cassy banged her fist on her palm.

“Um, Cassy, I think you’re getting a little off topic,” Cam reminded.

“Oh, uh, yeah.  Anyway, I was saying that someone has vandalized our graveyard.  They should restore it to its former life of cheerfulness and vitality.”

“Cassy, a graveyard being cheerful and vital is an oxymoron,” Jonathan objected.

“Oh, never mind then.”

Am I supposed to laugh?  Again, where are the bunnies!  What kind of disgrace is this?  There are supposed to be rabbits all over this book!  Instead there are humans!

The children looked at each other.  Now, it seemed almost silly to ask, but Cassy wasn’t easily daunted. 

“Jonathan was going to ask,” Cassy smiled, looking up at her older brother.

“All right, son, ask away,” Mr. Adams commanded.  Jonathan looked up and said,

“We were wondering if we could sleep near the graveyard.  Then, if we see any lights we’ll know something’s wrong.”

“You know, that’s not a bad idea.  What do you think, Susan?” Mr. Adams turned to his wife.

Mrs. Adams smiled at her children as she said, “I don’t think that’s a bad idea.  Let the children camp outside if they want.”

Mutiny!  Raid Amie’s cabin!  I declare WAR!  How could she be so callous as to not put me  in this book?  I thought I was her favorite creature ever!

*sniff*

Well, there you had it folks.  Some sneak peaks of Amie’s book.  She’s not exactly sure when it will be published, or where, but she is in the middle of processing it all.  Hopefully it will be sooner than it looks at the present.

I remain,

Snowball Rabbit

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Snowball Rabbit is the pet of Amie.  He is known for his friendly licks, love of hopping, and devouring apples at frightening rate.  He is a very handsome and patriotic rabbit.  An Uncle Sam in the rabbit world.  (And he wants you!  Just kidding 😂)

 

The Judge… (And random stuff)

Hello!  Today I’m typing from my overly crowded desk.  Yikes, I really need to clean it up…But I do have an excuse!  Thank you all who entered my writing contest.  I’m really enjoying your stories, even though I haven’t read them all.  I’m announcing one of the judges besides myself.  (Okay, the only judge besides myself.)

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My brother Phil!  To be honest, I’ll be super surprised if we even agree on the winner.  I have a feeling we might compromise on the winner.  I’m the writer, he’s the reader.  I’ll judge the grammar, the plot, and how the story flows.  He’ll judge…What he likes.  😂

So, y’all should be happy that you don’t have just me.  I’ll just pick your stories to death.  He’ll probably fly through them and place his favorite in my hand.  We’ll see.

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Next random thing!  Today, we went shopping, and I finally convinced my younger sister, Rose, to play this game with me.  Honestly, I hate shopping, but when you do it this way, it’s fun.  The rules are simple.  Find a modest, crazy outfit and make your sibling try it on.  I think I won (I picked for Rose), and I’ll tell you the reason in a bit.

Outfit #1

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For Rose’s outfit, I chose an adorable peachy-lacy dress, and paired it with a cream scarf. To finish it off, I picked out the highest cream high-heels I could find.  Isn’t she rocking it?

Sadly, my outfit that Rose picked out for me kinda…Went flat and we didn’t take a picture of it.  Trust me, it didn’t fit.

Outfit #2

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Let me explain this outfit.  My younger sister loves yellow…and anything bright.  I’m more for grey and dark colors, but she wants to make you squint.  I chose a yellow dress with a white lace overlay.  Since it was a sundress, it need something to make it modest.  I chose this lovely button up.  To finish the stunning look, I chose some ADORABLE! booties.  Seriously, they were cute. (Isn’t Rose the cutest model?)

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*Coughs*  Okay, so this dress was interesting.  I was trying to balance on these 3 inch heels my sister made me where.  Okay, so I find being 6′ 3″ is NOT fun. You should have seen me next to my dad.  🤣  Anyway, now to tell you about the outfit.

The dress is a lovely velvet with a see-through top.  I paired it with a turtle neck tee-shirt, and to finish the very different look, I had on a pair of beige (killer) heels.

A fun fact about me is that I can’t walk in heels, and don’t see the point.  My sister couldn’t stop laughing at how I stumbled out of the dressing room.  I’m tall enough without heels, okay?

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Now for some photography!  I’ve been taking pictures of my rabbit, and of some flowers.

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Look at little Peter rabbit!  I found a doll vest that fit Snowball perfectly.  He isn’t a fan of it, but he puts up with it for my sake.  Isn’t he the cutest?

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“Save me from this awful vest!  Please!  Have mercy on me!”–Snowball

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Isn’t it a beautiful flower?  It’s in our backyard, and I’m kinda sad more people can’t see it.  It’s on a rather small bush instead of a vine.  Somehow the vine became a bush?  I’m not exactly sure, but it’s still pretty.

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To be truthful, I’m obsessed with water droplets.  They’re just so pretty and delicate, and they reflect the prettiest things.  😍  Truly, I’d only take pictures of water droplets if I could.

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The roses are blooming!  I actually don’t like roses, unless they’re these vibrant ones.  I’m proud of this picture.  😉

All right!  That seems to be it for today.  Sorry for the rather random post, but that’s how we roll here at Crazy A.  Stay tuned for Saturday when we announce the winner!

Do you ever dress up at stores?  What is your opinion on my brother being the judge?  What do you think about Snowball?

~~Amie~~

 

So…Thursdays…

(Caution: cuteness alert!)

At first I said I wouldn’t blog on here on Thursdays because of my new blog with Rose, but, well, I have to blog about my life on my everything-stuck-together blog, don’t I???  Today has been an amazing day, when prayers were answered.

First of all, we finally got a new stove.  For seventeen years, we had an old electric stove.  Sadly, I forgot to take a picture of the old, gross, dirty one.  I don’t think you’ll miss the picture, though.

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Haha!  Rose’s foot!

The process of changing the stove took FOREVER, but, it was finally done at 2:30.  They started at 10:30, so I guess that’s good time?  I’m not sure.

Well, here’s the finished project.

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Yeah, not all that interesting.  It’ just really nice that our cakes will now be level ;). I am looking forward to dinner, though.

Yes, you’re all wondering about the “Cuteness alert”.  Now, hold your breath while I give you a sermon.  For the last three months I’ve been praying day and night for a certain little thing.  My parent’s were adamant.  No way was I getting it.  So, maybe I’ve schooled myself on how to get how I want, or, like I like to think, God is a God of miracles.

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Yes!  He is my little miracle!  Meet my darling little Snowball!  I have prayed for a rabbit for a very long time (okay, three months) and now I finally have a little friend!  Soon, I’m going to do a photo shoot with him.  Sadly, today it’s rainy 😦

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Comment down below and tell me what you think!

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~~Amie~~