This little bunny was not too happy about going to the vet on Saturday morning. I'm sure she found the visit disruptive and invasive.
She spent the weekend sitting pretty still (for her) a sign that she isn't feeling quite her usual inquisitive self.
Then, on Sunday, my husband and I went to one of our favorite places for a bite to eat and a cocktail.
This was on display out front which I found very odd and a little creepy right away.
I went on to order what I thought would be a toasted cheese sandwich with arugula, pickled onions, and dijon mustard. When it arrived, it was just that--but it wasn't.
I mean, it wasn't cheese. Not the milk kind.
It was head cheese. That horrible loaf they make from boiling a pig's head and combining all the bits that rise into an edible.
Or it's supposed to be an edible.
It wasn't for me, and I was sorry I ordered it.
Ah well. It wasn't all a loss.