Buggin' you - where buggin' is lovin'

OK, I have to give it up for Mrs. H and the Nocklebeast- they've come the closest so far in deciphering the poem riddle. The beast's latest guess is pretty good -- they don't have Henry Weinhart's (aka Hank's) in Turners Falls, hence I found myself drinking Heineken (Heine). The line about the horse and pony however, is much more obscure, and only a select few of you out there have a chance. Gracie is WAY off base with the Enumclaw comment. BEEEEEEKY? DAE-O? MZ. Z?? Apparently, you're not playing.

Fine then. Don't anyone tell Mz. B that I have a PILE OF BUNNIES ON MY BLOG! I went for a walk at dusk this evening and hung out with my bunny friends by the river. I like how the flash makes their eyes look so sinister. More pixeled versions are on flickr.

I like this one -- Mr. No Face Bunny.

Bunnies in the dark